I have loved observing from the beginning of memory. Before I even knew it as art, I called it “taking pictures with my mind.” With many uprootings in childhood, I could spend hours sorting all those pictures in my mind: California, Washington, Maine, Tennessee, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Arizona and Ohio.

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I become fascinated with the nonverbal in the world — from facial expressions to gestures and movement of figures in space, the sun’s shadows, sunsets and starlit nights. I am delighted by the smallest of flowers growing in cracks in the Burren of County Clare in Ireland or the wildflower fields of the Alps, as well as the huge bellflower in Jill and Charlie’s garden.