It was a studio day filled with sunshine & productivity by my two fantastic helpers. I call them Mom and Dad. I’m excited to be preparing for the first art fair of spring, designing new products, and dreaming of all the new garden photos to come.
I always thought I wanted to be a painter. The colors and the physicality and the mess of it all. In Art History, I loved studying the painters best of all. But, if I was a painter, I think it would break my heart to sell my work, like handing off one of my children or trading on a precious memory. I’m glad my medium is reproducible. Still, I’ll take any excuse to hold a paint brush…
102/365: red paintbrush
If you’re in the mood, check out the poem, “Why I Am Not A Painter” my second-favorite poem by Frank O’Hara. It has nothing to do with why I am not a painter, but it’s a good poem. My favorite Frank O’Hara poem is “Having a Coke With You“. It’s really good.