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.