



My husband elegantly peels clementini in spirals. I peel them ineptly into ragged stars. I save the peels to draw. Some of these are on a tablecloth with an 18th century design of long-tailed poultry in a garden.
It is November, and fresh clementini are coming to market. So again this year, I am making drawings of clementini peels. But I am running out of…
In July 2007, we took an express train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg. The six hour long journey took us through the heart of Russia to the north,…
After our dramatic day of acqua alta earlier in the week, and my working incessantly on a curatorial project that kept me chained to the computer for…