I’m a retired psychotherapist and visual artist who turned to writing after caring for my mother in her final days. I was flooded with unfamiliar emotions.

I’ve always worked across mediums. Partly it’s the pleasure of trying something new, solving the puzzles posed. Partly it’s the project’s subject that suggests its form. But after the intense experience of helping my mother die, I had nothing to paint, nothing to make, and an overwhelming need to talk about it. I took up writing.

I make things to understand the world, to make meaning, and to open myself to insights that can arise. I’m drawn to the complexities in human emotion, our drives and beliefs, the delusions, surprises and unpredictability. My work, both visual and written, includes my attachment to and reverence for the natural world. I sometimes embrace mystery, and I sometimes anthropomorphize shamelessly, to heighten empathy for other sentient entities.

A more recent form of making meaning is my collaboration with Paul Finley, composer and jazz musician, to create performances blending prose and piano, a dialogue between words and music that explores what remains unsaid.