Moments, memory, and Seeing...* Dawn This Morning the Air is dead...the sky is gray, and my Grandmother used to say, “This is Earthquake Weather”...Well, this post is not of that prediction, rather, it is a letter to my readers, an invitation to journey with me the past 91 years of ' being' an art maker. Making the images in my mind to become a visual record of the truth of the inner soul's desire to be made whole... The image in the left side bar is a symbol of universal birth which appeared to me one day when I lived in Eureka CA. It appeared whole, spontaneously, and with bold intent. Intensity is the inner compulsion which cannot be denied. It grounds the day, and dreams at night, to become the next day's project. This morning October 17, 2026 is one of a new direction of my journey, one which is the story of a small girl, who lived in the World Books of Encyclopedias and gathered the wondrous histories of human impressions of our Art World... Clay Maquette...