We are complicated animals

Language is a malleable medium — ephemeral blue-grey smoke or hard-hitting blood red.  Words paint pictures in the minds of readers. This is an intimate art.

Creation is necessary. The first medium was my body. I danced my passions. Motherhood taught me to move charcoal and layer paint. A career in the food industry educated my palate and opened my mind to a new medium. Cooking provides instant gratification and food is love. The forest is my church, and human nature is my muse.  

I write it all down.