I am playing in ink with map collages and thinking how these tiny works serve as signs to my inner psyche. This week- the first in September-is notoriously and historically hard for me in that I can't balance my multiple roles as mother, daughter, wife and artist. The summer ends and schedules are in flux. Everyone needs to be somewhere in opposite directions, and needs supplies immediately. And I am the one they count on. See the word "island" on the work...hmmmm.