Summer solstice was a week of random experiences and planning.
I picked up this furniture infrastructure on the side of the road because I want to make a small body of work based on these two sketchbook drawing. It seemed to fit into the conversation.
I washed my grandmother’s quilt on the gentle cycle and let it dry outside. It’s pushing 100 degrees here so it dried quickly. I have two of her quilts stored but this is the one I use and live with. She never saw any of my art but her spirit surely lives on in it.
This summer rain at the end of my driveway will be a painting someday.
I rarely go to parties but I found myself at one over the weekend and ended up having a long conversation with a friend about our favorite Star Trek humanoid species. Mine is Trill.
