250/365: zinnia
Zinnias are a beautiful but humble flower. Planted by haphazard handfuls of seed, they spring up cheerfully wherever they’re thrown. It’s never about choreography, just a riot of joyful color.
The spotlight changes everything.
studio
i’ll take mine with trees
I love my second-story studio in the summer because every view is filled with green. The only way it could get better, I suppose, would be if I could remove the walls…
152/365: linden tree
good measure
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.
64/365: greeting card with ruler
08.06.13 portrait of the artist?
dis∙or∙der (dis ôr’dǝr)
n. 1 a lack of order; confusion; jumble 2 a breach of public peace; riot 3 a disregard of system; irregularity 4 an upset of normal function; ailment
218/365: my studio, detail04.12.13 not a painter
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.
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