Acknowledgments

Thank you, formerly Blue Rider Press, and its publisher, David Rosenthal, for his enthusiasm over a book by an actress that included a chapter about pottery. Sarah Hochman, my first editor, for her early and essential work and her push toward a seriousness in the writing, before she left. And to Jill J. Schwartzman, who took over as editor, for her perspective in structuring the book and support of this new foray. David Kuhn and his team at Aevitas, especially Becky Sweren, for her early editing, and Kate Mack in the art department. Jason L. Booher, the art director, for not only helping me cut cardboard but assisting with the photographer, Craig McDean, whose talent in capturing the images was a real coup. Seema Mahanian, for additional editing support, flying in for freelance editing, and Shubhani Sarkar, for freelance interior design—two smart and gifted beauties. Leana Zuniga of Electric Feathers for her brilliant clothing designs and styling and her cousin Jean-Paul Miller, for his assistance. Jess Rotter, for her illustration work, as well as being a new friend. Diego Montoya, for building the mirror-mask with me! Jeffrey Loura, whose giant sphere was handed graciously over for the Carl Sagan moment. To La Mano Pottery, especially Julie Hadley, for squeezing me into their studio to shoot. Jane Berliner, my manager at Authentic, whose support and intelligence has given me strength and confidence. Josan Giletti, for her spiritual guidance, as well as Alexander Tolken for his. Michael Marsman, my Jungian analyst friend, for his archetypal awareness and insight. Jack Ferver, who for years has inspired and supported me to produce something that is mine. And Tonya Hurley, who mothered me through the process, and Mary-Louise Parker, as sister wife. Mark Stafford, my psychoanalyst, who taught me to listen more deeply to language and instinct, and helped open the door to writing. My parents, my greatest teachers, in the most profound sense, and my twin brother, Chris, for telling me I was an artist when I didn’t know what it was. To my extended family, especially Aunt Peggy, for her amazing memory and Samantha Constant, my-cousin-as-sister, for her wisdom. Keagan Funk, for his love and support and design of the Fireball Cocktail. For my other friends, who have been a part of my stories, and to the quick acquaintances, in passing, like the ones on airplanes. The kindness of these strangers I’ve always depended on, as well as my companion on the journey, my Jiminy Cricket, Gracie, whose wig work in this book was done by paw. And last but not least, my new Lost in Space family. And, finally, Marcia Brill.