The sun was its own firework over the lake this Independance Day.
Art is serious business!
A successful family vacation draws to a close with a trip through the great Smokey Mountains. (Their beauty is frustratingly difficult to capture from a fast moving vehicle.)
Let the winds awake,
let the branches rattle and shake
In the light that remakes
all that water has worn away
Sure, your hotel is famous but is it “contains a scale model of itself” famous? (Grove Park Inn, Asheville)
Enjoying some breathtaking views of the great Smokey Mountains. My phone says we’ve hiked 25 floors in the last hour.
One of my favorite pieces from this year’s student exhibition at the DIA. I laughed embarrassingly hard when we turned the corner and saw it.
My grandmother’s passing continues to reverberate through my days. Namely, spending more time with the human side of art and creating.
The weekend was spent honoring a life lost. A time where we capsized against the part of life we all must face and grieved over what we could not change. In that breaking down, however, we also picked each other up and put ourselves back together into something more joyful, honest, and true.
Having passed the 150 mark, I can definitively say that what’s made the biggest difference is a daily reminder that I can tap and take immediate action on. As much as I prefer pen and paper journaling, it never stuck like this.