A beautiful sunny Saturday. The day my daughter caught the Bainbridge Ferry back to Seattle Airport. We stopped at Pegasus Coffee House for my last London Fog and her cappuccino together. It was a bustling place, full of good vibes, visitors just off the ferry and neighbors gathering for cheer. . Bainbridge is a boujee town with its close proximity to Seattle city life.( We drove through the neighborhood, checked out Zillow on a 800 square foot house —1.2M.) As we left the building, I noticed a plaque next to the front door — documenting the removal of Japanese American families from Bainbridge Island during WWII and their subsequent incarceration in concentration camps, the unconstitutional suspension of their civil rights. The building held memories.

Learning this history, I was reminded that an area at Fort Worden is named Chinese Gardens. ( had taken the picture below earlier in the week.) The first Chinese immigrants arrived at Port Townsend in 1870 and many of the immigrants raised vegetables on this land to sell to Port Townsend residents. These gardens also became the main portal for Chinese clandestinely entering the US. (after the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882). Due to the pending climate of discriminatory actions in our county, it’s important to reminder our history.

sketch of large rocks on North Beach - a quiet image to move me back to studio work

I spent the rest of Saturday - through the evening - playing with blocks of wood and color. If there was any kind of “breakthrough,” I moved to creating my first little tabletop piece., a mix of found wood and my painted kindling., standing 2 inches tall. It’s a quirky thing— made up architecture for modern living. And then I kept on going, building more little structures with found wood from the beach, a florist frog and painted kindling.. Ok, call me crazy but I do have fun. The play of odd shapes— teetering —with a flash of color. Sorta how I am feeling right now about the world. We will see what tomorrow brings.

January 18

January 17