…if you have this experience to draw from, it is something you know you can come back to again and again. It is our birthright, innate, and unsaid because it’s expected and obvious, just like breathing. That is the hope anyway.
…a day or so before I left for the workshop, the joke was on me, as I discovered via social media that the artist who had inspired me to start painting, to explore painting, and to continue painting - the artist who had inspired me to exchange my mixed media materials for only a paintbrush, and to later restructure my laundry room into an art studio - would be at the same workshop.
After all this time building it (on and off for 9 months) and I was going to have to RUSH to the finish line? Crap. This was not how I envisioned the end game of this website-build.Read More
We stopped at a hobbit-hole in the wall cafe where the man who worked there sold me some freshly madeRead More