Softly undulating hills surround Christine Alexander’s East Meredith home, creating a welcoming calm. Here, her mind fills with fragmented thoughts and images and the making of art begins. Ms. Alexander’s small studio has the constancy of a dear old friend, one whose intermittent conversation deeply satisfies. In the light-filled space, the movement and materials of art compel her. Infinitely variable rivers of color left by a brush gliding across a hungry surface, and arcs definitively incised on paper by sharp blade, thrill her. In her studio awaits the ultimate luxury; she has the time and space to get to work.