Here in New Jersey, an artist is cooped up indoors for more than half the year, but I find beauty looking out the window. There may be plants on the windowsill or curtains in which I develop translucency and pattern. Sometimes the windows are windows from Fleischer Art Memorial in Philadelphia, where I taught for many years, and sometimes they reveal light or a gentle rain, or a candelabra, a bird and a child playing to signal the dawning of spring.