Studio Archaeology

I’ve been cleaning out my studio, (again), not really the studio itself but the things I brought over here after I sold my place, things that started to feel like an enormous weight. Mainly paperwork, documents and traces of ownership, the stuff we call a paper trail, leading us back to who we were. The […]

Collections: Pursenality

I was never much of a handbag girl, maybe because I grew up in a 1920’s house. This really does make sense-1920’s houses had small closets, tiny closets that did not foresee the future of 1970s middle class families with more than one week supply of clothes, or shoes, or handbags. My Mom had a […]

Collections: Gently Worn

When I was ¬†eleven, I went with my parents to an antique fair. It was one of many I had followed them to, dozens of weekends wandering among old things. This time, I found a pair of black high button shoes, exactly my size. I couldn’t afford the pair, my allowance didn’t stretch that far. […]