The early-20th-century mercury glass in the living room was a gift from Amy's mother, who found the vases in New England shops and yard sales. Amy collects 19th-century brown-and-white transferware, displayed on the shelf below.
Through the windows in the master bedroom, one can see the black pump that used to be the home's only water supply; once merely utilitarian, it's now the centerpiece of a still life, perfectly positioned between two maples. And from the kitchen, there's a view of the pond. After dinner, it would be hard to resist settling into one of the plump chairs that offer front-row seats as the sunset turns the water's surface into a looking glass.
"I try to make my home and my work creative, and peaceful," she says, certain she's found the place to do just that.