When I'm making art, I'm thinking about my body. When I'm cooking I'm thinking about my body. When I see a newborn baby I'm thinking about my body. When I am with the elderly I'm thinking about my body. When I'm walking, talking, traveling, singing, eating, reading, playing the viola, watching a movie ... doing anything at all, the thing that is and has always been on my mind is my body. Will my body allow me to do all that I need to do, all that I want to do? Will I have loved and respected and enjoyed my body to the fullest until it is no longer living?

Though I currently love it, there have been times that I've hated it and sought ways to hide it. And as I approach my 52nd birthday, I want to become the woman who loves and respects and enjoys her body by treating it right and also to embrace the inevitable effects of gravity and time ... and combat all of that not with artificial interventions but confidence ... the most attractive human attribute I've ever known. 

To adorn my body at 52, 62, 72 ... not only with beautiful clothes ... but the beauty of confidence. At home, at the studio, at the gallery, at the beach, at the restaurant, at the theater ... I want to enjoy life by enjoying my body.