notes from the studio
Recommitting to Creative Play with the Help of My Kindergarten Self
On my morning walk one day, a flash of yellow caught my eye. I knelt in the dew-wet grass for a closer look. Yes! It was a yellow garden spider, Argiope aurantia.
The Joy of Whirly Birds! (Maple Seeds)
All week long I’ve been painting whirly birds.* That’s what I used to call maple seeds when I was young.
At this time of year when the seeds come helicoptering to the ground it’s hard not to feel a surge of childlike joy. I walk around with my eyes to the ground trying to find the most interesting ones.