"I have lived, worked, taught, raised children, married, divorced, laughed, screamed and cried in the Palouse. It is in my blood. I was schooled at
and WSU. I work with my family at
Farm where I grew up. I have played in the mud, made clay sculpture, painted paintings, painted my house. I play with life, in life and through life. What’s it all about, this art? Got a minute? OK then…Just be in it. Bring yourself. Look hard and deep. See yourself? You can do it. Anything is possible. Now say…I am healed." -- Tina Ochs
My connection to the Palouse is from birth.
A bend in the road
The night sky
A gray day
Every day, I travel a road that leads from my mother’s childhood home
to my father’s.
The volcanic ash hangs above Little
like a ribbon of fog.
The dust smells like home.
Green grass spring
Wheat berry harvest
The hills cut a hard edge against the night sky.
The road bends
An icy blast of snow
Bright blue sky
Regional Exhibits 1979 - 2006 include:
, WSU, EWU, The Pritchard,