Welcome to my blog. My name is Meredith - you can call me that; Mer, Merri, Mer-Dawg; but as my mom would say - "don't call me late for...

Until recently, I had always viewed art as separate from my intellect; a talent absconded from the workable value; an irrelevant “1” to...

The day after I got back to Boise and had driven and walked all over town - remembering and daydreaming until the wee hours -  I walked...

The problem I sometimes have with “Art” as a subject, juried, taught, labeled, official - is that it exudes some kind of need to be...

Starting with the green leaves scattered in this drawing, I began a painstaking march of filling the page with lines that would be closer...

“This too shall pass:” an age old consolation to the masses of those in moments of strife. Along with “there are other fish in the sea,”...

Towards the end of what would normally be Spring Break - but in South Africa was Autumn Recess - our pack of nomads was lead to the...

On the first Monday of school in Stellenbosch, our lecture let out for lunch and I walked quickly in the direction of a spot to lay in...

When I was little I loved volcanoes, and I learned about viscosity. To think there could be a measure for how runny something is was...

In the waltz between “Piercing Presence” and “Nearly-Out-Of-Body Absentmindedness” a common cadence tends to come from Nostalgia,...

“Well, I was born in a small town in almost-Canada-Idaho (Age 0-2), but I grew up outside of Portland (2-15), but I went to High School...