Losing Her Marbles. Created 2025. Digital Collage (PowerPoint) There’s something strangely tender about watching memory loosen its grip on someone you love. It doesn’t happen all at once. It begins with the small things—keys in the freezer, a forgotten name, the punchline to a story she told a thousand times. And slowly, the pieces begin to drift. I’ve always hated the phrase “losing your marbles.” It reduces something deeply human to a punchline. But in this piece, I imagined what would...

I recently heard Train perform “Drops of Jupiter” on the Today Show — a song I’ve always loved but never truly appreciated. The lead singer mentioned that it was written on the day his mother died. Suddenly, the lyrics hit me in a new way. “Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?” It stopped me cold. For years, I’ve listened to that song with a sense of mystery and nostalgia, but I never realized it was about a son trying to understand his mother’s passing — trying to...

"The Seeker (Keeper) of Keys" People often ask how I know when a piece is finished. The truth is, I almost never know  in the logical sense. There’s no checklist, no moment where I step back and think, “There — perfect.” Instead, something inside me simply quiets. The collage stops tugging at my sleeve. The conversation between image and heart goes still. When I was working on The Seeker (Keeper) of Keys , I must have rearranged the elements twenty times. Every time I thought I was done, the...