"You look at people the way you look at art: the body is a canvas for the artist, and while you begin to imagine meaning, the artist is known only by invitation."
A peek into the bedroom of eighteen-year-old Jennifer.
A peek into the bedroom of thirteen- or fifteen-year-old Jennifer.
This is my polymer clay warrior. She came out a little elongated, but I guess that is how amateur clay sculpting works. She is at the end of a particular life-journey, and instead of standing tall, she has taken a knee, her sword propped up to support her. If I had sculpted her the way … Continue reading The Clay Warrior
The combination of rain piling on top of the sidewalk and the chalk running together took my breath away.
Campus is full of inspiring sayings today (even warnings to knock it off!)
As I dabble in photography and the richness of nature and an old fashioned bicycle, I remember where my heart and soul truly lie.