As a family, we are reading the book My Grandmother’s Hands by Resmaa Menakem. It is not light reading, so having what we call Juniper’s “inlet” (that slight swirl of white that travels toward the top of her head) available for tracing with a fingertip is helpful. She did her best today to keep up with this month’s chapters but, in the end, decided to call it a morning and have another snooze.
Sparks
I call this a blog, but it’s really much less involved than that. It’s a teensy blog.
Sparks are seemingly small things that light me up on the daily:
colors and light, music and moments, people and pets, thoughts and words.
Whether it’s a stellar day or a sloggy one, sparks are both what help me
slow down and take note *and* also inspire me to keep me scooting right along.
Here you’ll find glimpses into my studio life and personal life, both of which
can’t help weave their way into my work. Often they'll be my Instagram posts.
Feel free to comment if something here resonates with you and your own spark!
Now in Northampton, MA