Last month I came upon a copy of a print of mine that I’d remembered over the years but thought was lost to me. The print was part of a very small edition and I had no copies left. I found it in my mother’s apartment after her death. It was a lovely and timely surprise to see it again.
It’s hard to recall exactly what I was thinking when I made the linocut. But I believe I was influenced by my brother’s interest in yoga and meditation and my own desire for peace. An apt image for a time of change.
Arts of May 