As I was contemplating entries for this show, I began to figure out perhaps why it is I paint on rocks! So much of my childhood had to do with them! I collected rocks, visited a lapidary museum on a regular basis, read all about gems, visited the petrified forest in Arizona. And came across a memory of the only roadtrip my late mother and I ever took together (Mom hated road trips, hated to drive). We went to a state park near my home in Bucks County, PA called Ringing Rocks, a 7 acre field of boulders with the strange characteristic of making ringing sounds when struck by a hammer! We spent the day climbing all over the boulders (gloves on your hands are a good idea), striking them with our hammers and making our own "rock" music.