Greetings! In search of inspiration, and in desperation to seek some relief from our coldest spring since 1954, I headed to Anthropologie. There I found a world far, far away, shouting with delicious colors, comfy kitchen crockery, tantalizing tea towels, and wonderfully woven things all dancing together in sheer disregard for the weather outside.
I am, like many of you, uplifted by looking at beauty. Time and again I enjoy seeing that this means such different things to all of us. When a group of people paint together-even if they are all painting or drawing the same model-each will have their own unique story to tell-the upward curve of a shoulder, or the twist from thigh to knee to calf. A story of dramatic shadows, or of soft hints of subtle shadings. In class, I love seeing each persons story emerge-so unique and wonderful. The magic of story telling has been around since people could talk, act, and draw. Regardless of whether it is charcoal on a cave wall, a layered painting or a video on YouTube-we continue to be enamored with stories.
In celebration of beauty, stories, and spring:
The below photos were taken 2 years ago, of the tulip fields, which are an hour north of Seattle, in the Skagit Valley.
As, this weekend is a celebration of Spring, Easter, and the end of Passover, many of you will take time to embrace beloved traditions, stories, and recipes passed down from generation to generation. Whatever this weekend means to you, I wish you a wonderful time!
