Your colors, the peacock blue/green with the gold accents, THIS is your signature, friend! It's so lovely and the space is so you. You know I love when a woman has a space ; ) I love seeing the photos.
My color has become green. I used to never be able to say what my favorite color was because that felt so permanent, but the deep green of the forest has made me feel that inexplicable feeling you describe. And funny, how so many things I've carried through life are actually *green*, like my great-grandmother's chair.
It’s such an experience to connect the threads that have been there *all along* isn’t it? I love that you’ve found your color and love the way it has been running through your life for so long…🤍
Thanks, Lore. 😉 I’m really excited to get my computer back on the desk and spend some real time in this space. 🤍 I don’t take one bit of it for granted.
May it be so! After I left the comment above, I realized that I also write in a space surrounded by "blues and greens in mild hues"... how nice it will be to envision you in yours.
Oh my heart! Your writing about your childhood impressions of our nomadic, sometimes dramatic lifestyle and those few years in the old Miami house… the love for family and for the colors that seeped into your soul, brings tears of understanding and a grief, never quite resolved. Thank you for sharing your heart, remembrance and inspiration. I love you—can’t find a teal heart— but you can imagine its vivid life-giving blood! 🥰Momma
Grief never quite resolved…yes—that’s here too. The layers of our lives are full of wonder. Those experiences that shape us are, for better or worse, the things that God uses. None of it is wasted. Love you, Mama.
Wow…Courtney Gore’s story. It is a very brave thing these days to publicly change your mind and I have so much respect for her.
Adding Your Brain on Art to my TBR list! I am similarly wired in that color and music elicit sensory feelings in me - it can be really hard to find music to listen to, because if it’s not right for that moment I feel actual physical and/or emotional discomfort. I’m neurodivergent (ADHD) and suspect that this plays into the experience as well.
This space vibrates with your heart and energy!! May the work you do in this beautiful space ring sonorous and true(as I know it will😘). Also, that print- maybe I need to paint that across my own studio wall🤣
Your colors, the peacock blue/green with the gold accents, THIS is your signature, friend! It's so lovely and the space is so you. You know I love when a woman has a space ; ) I love seeing the photos.
My color has become green. I used to never be able to say what my favorite color was because that felt so permanent, but the deep green of the forest has made me feel that inexplicable feeling you describe. And funny, how so many things I've carried through life are actually *green*, like my great-grandmother's chair.
It’s such an experience to connect the threads that have been there *all along* isn’t it? I love that you’ve found your color and love the way it has been running through your life for so long…🤍
Oh my goodness I love every word and image in this piece. All of it. So excited for you to have a place to create and calm in.
Thanks, Lore. 😉 I’m really excited to get my computer back on the desk and spend some real time in this space. 🤍 I don’t take one bit of it for granted.
Oh, Kris. Your words, your attention, the work of art you've made out of this space... there is so much beauty here.
Thank you, Amy. I’m pleased beyond words with the finished project. Hoping to make a lot of art at this desk… ☺️🙏🏼
May it be so! After I left the comment above, I realized that I also write in a space surrounded by "blues and greens in mild hues"... how nice it will be to envision you in yours.
Oh my heart! Your writing about your childhood impressions of our nomadic, sometimes dramatic lifestyle and those few years in the old Miami house… the love for family and for the colors that seeped into your soul, brings tears of understanding and a grief, never quite resolved. Thank you for sharing your heart, remembrance and inspiration. I love you—can’t find a teal heart— but you can imagine its vivid life-giving blood! 🥰Momma
Grief never quite resolved…yes—that’s here too. The layers of our lives are full of wonder. Those experiences that shape us are, for better or worse, the things that God uses. None of it is wasted. Love you, Mama.
Wow…Courtney Gore’s story. It is a very brave thing these days to publicly change your mind and I have so much respect for her.
Adding Your Brain on Art to my TBR list! I am similarly wired in that color and music elicit sensory feelings in me - it can be really hard to find music to listen to, because if it’s not right for that moment I feel actual physical and/or emotional discomfort. I’m neurodivergent (ADHD) and suspect that this plays into the experience as well.
This space vibrates with your heart and energy!! May the work you do in this beautiful space ring sonorous and true(as I know it will😘). Also, that print- maybe I need to paint that across my own studio wall🤣