"The Gangs All Here" 8"x8" Acrylic on Gallery Wrapped Canvas
Collections are more than just things cleverly displayed together to look at and collect dust. They are memories of places visited and connection to the past. They can take us back to a single moment or ignite a feeling with a simple glance. In that same magical way music seems to hold past emotions in an invisible box, only to pop the lid wide open with a few familiar notes. This little grouping sparks joy in me and keeps me company (among many others) in my studio. I am a collector, a keeper of many things. Things that tether tiny invisible threads to all the corners of my spirit.
Collections are more than just things cleverly displayed together to look at and collect dust. They are memories of places visited and connection to the past. They can take us back to a single moment or ignite a feeling with a simple glance. In that same magical way music seems to hold past emotions in an invisible box, only to pop the lid wide open with a few familiar notes. This little grouping sparks joy in me and keeps me company (among many others) in my studio. I am a collector, a keeper of many things. Things that tether tiny invisible threads to all the corners of my spirit.
Collections are more than just things cleverly displayed together to look at and collect dust. They are memories of places visited and connection to the past. They can take us back to a single moment or ignite a feeling with a simple glance. In that same magical way music seems to hold past emotions in an invisible box, only to pop the lid wide open with a few familiar notes. This little grouping sparks joy in me and keeps me company (among many others) in my studio. I am a collector, a keeper of many things. Things that tether tiny invisible threads to all the corners of my spirit.