Thursday, August 18, 2011


This is my friend. I am in awe of her strength and her will. 
I took this portrait of her head, because she thought losing her hair 
would be the hardest part. She has given away so much of herself, 
but it hasn't left her empty. 
Instead, it keeps her alive and laughing. Fighting. Writing.

This is my Hub's head.  
I study heads more now, than ever before. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Spot Color

My friend lives here, in this beautiful house,
where she makes beautiful things by hand.
As an artist, I understand the importance of choosing
the right color...
and how it can change the mood of a room.

 She has carefully blocked out her experiments 
all over the house...

and in the yard.

This is a source of embarrassment for her, but I loved seeing it.

I love the process of it,
I love seeing how she thinks it through,
with color swatches in the light, AND in the shadows.

and I'd love her to come to my house and do it to my walls.
But not as a color experiment. As art itself.