I’m thrilled to be included in the Mercy of the Moon exhibit at A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. Juror Kevin Tully selected so many stunning pieces to showcase in The Salon. The show will be on view from May 14th through July 4th with Facebook Live receptions on May 29th and June 26th! Please stop by to check out the work in person or follow along with Amanda and Kevin while they livestream their beautiful gallery space.

He rode in an elevator with Donald Fagen in Miami, in January. The lyric played, crisp, perfect, through the radio in his memory. "Learn to work the saxophone," repeated itself over and over in his head as the elevator moved to the seventeenth floor. "Thanks," he said as Donald Fagan exited the elevator. Fagan stopped and turned, raised his dark glasses, blinked both eyes, then moved on. "The full moon was on January the thirty-first and I was in Miami on an elevator with Donald Fagan," he said. "Were you in love?" she asked. "Well, ha, yes. If you would have seen him, standing there, the full moon big and gold, orange in the mirrored wall behind him, he stood there for just a second or two. Yeah, you never really lose or forget your first loves, even if they only exist in song,'' he said. "I believe you. Mine was a moon pie," she said. "Food doesn't count. You can eat something at five and then at thirty and it tastes the same," he said, "really good music ripens as you age," he said. "Really," she said, "you haven't been paying attention." "Do you think they have moon pies over at the store?" he asked. "And RC Cola?" she said..."
From "The Moon Stories" By Franklin Cincinnatus