My studio space migrates from the desk, to the mountains, to the river, to garage studio, to the garden. In the warm weather, I harvest local plants, cook them, beat in Hollander beater and make paper. During colder times, I am at my desk, drawing, making books, planning, sewing, spinning wool and dreaming. All the times in between, I am in the garden, observing patterns, chasing wild child, feeding chickens, collecting sticks or planting. I need the garden to grow and to make work. Being able to follow the cycles of life makes me an aware designer and artist. Ability to see patterns, navigate the edges and recognize networks helps me make sense of the world around. Having hands in the dirt lets me keep my head in the clouds.