My favorite sculpture from our local ice festival this year.
While the systems we took for granted collapse around us, my response has been to go into the world and re-learn art with other artists. It’s humbling to dive into my weaknesses but hope and human connection blossom during the struggles of creating together. Love is in community, not commodity.
Small planes from the local airfield joined me on an absolutely beautiful autumn walk. My favorite time of year.
Kudos to the clever people at the manufacturing plant who figured out how to make us perceive a specific shade of brown with completely different colored threads. Although the companies that pay for it get to take the credit, we see your cool problem solving.
With everything going wrong, it’s good to recognize and bolster ourselves on whatever is going right. Today, it’s this perfect, peaceful cat nap happening in the midst of a stupid work meeting.
Cranbrook’s mid-century modern exhibit was full of so many incredibly beautiful things and ideas. Something I especially appreciated was how much attribution and credit the women were given for their pioneering work in the movement. Really inspiring.
The stories that affirm our shared humanity are born of self-knowledge, and I rarely gain a deeper understanding of my inner landscape just by scrolling through an endless feed of posts. We are allowed, perhaps even obligated, to prioritize what enriches us—so why don’t we?