In an art gallery Sarah Shepard Gallery, who are displaying Johnna’s art last weekend, I ran into a writer-friend I knew from a conference back East, someone I hadn’t seen for five years. In the interim, this writer has traded in her typewriter for a pottery wheel and is earning an MFA at the San Francisco Art Institute. Her major professor is, astoundingly, my daughter Johnna, whose work was hung in the gallery and being discussed that evening.
Here’s her website: Johnna’s Website