In the garden, my hands are filled with wonderfully twisted bundles of flowers, twigs and grasses.  Gather snips here and there as I move about.  Must physically touch nature.  Many moons before I was a florist.  I insert posies in one of my arduously collected vases - scores of thrift shops.  A foreshortened digital image, atypical angle predominant.  In the studio, my hands are filled with brushes, knives, scraping implements.  Hardware supplies that I have amassed over the years.  Like to physically touch paint.  In this new moon, I am now Artist.