On my nightstand:
On the spectrum of obsessively orderly
to sublimely unconcerned with the everyday physical world,
my father and sister were—actually, they were nowhere;
they were somewhere near the Ohio-Pennsylvania border,
still looking for the spectrum itself.
My mother and I, meanwhile, were busy
organizing it by color and size.
I have a vivid memory of watching my mom
try to adjust an ever-so-slightly askew picture frame—
in the Cleveland Museum of Art.
—Kathryn Schulz, Lost & Found
On my easel:
I think I’ve landed on what I want to bring with me in order to be able to create a little makeshift studio so I can create a little bit of makeshift art on an upcoming vacation. In broadest terms, my intention is to make some starts at home to develop in situ at our rental cottage with whatever art supplies I limit myself to. My first start, on 11 x 14″ paper:
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*I rarely have books on my nightstand these days, having—to my ongoing surprise—switched over to audiobooks and ebooks, all of which come to me via my iPhone which resides either in my pocket or outside my bedroom, so please understand that on my nightstand is a metaphor for what I’m reading. Similarly, I’m not using an easel much these days; rather, I stand at a high counter, working on paper. But you get the idea, right?!
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