My first, functional months outside a studio setting proved more exhilarating than I could have dreamed. Many mornings I was awake before dawn. Even — gasp! — in the depths of winter, pulled from a warm bed into the studio to make, make, make

By Spring, I would find myself in Ecuador’s rainforest meeting with new ‘friends in the making’ and hatching plans to expand our creative circles.

Fast-forward to September and here I sit, tucked away in the desert of New Mexico, in a tiny casita. My quiet, cozy home for the next month overflowing with natural light, an enviable book collection and uninterrupted time to make, make, make …