How a set of dentures ended up on the road, I cannot guess. That’s what I found recently when I was taking my daily walk around the neighborhood. During my walks, I’m always on the lookout for interesting things to add to my collection of tsotchkes. As you can see, some of them end up as part of my plaster junk pieces. But the dentures? Tempting to bring them back to the studio, but I left them behind, as I imagined a toothless neighbor frantically searching for them.


Silk collage

I’ve been rummaging through my gigantic bin of hand painted silk scraps to make collages like the one you see in the photo below and also here. The scrap pile keeps growing, both when I mess up a silk painting and when I’m just experimenting. These are really fun to make, so you’ll see more of them in the future.


My little starter home


One more thing about which I do not give a shit:

Measured against housing in the rest of the world, my home is perfectly palatial! But if I compare it to the size of new homes in the United States, it's an itsy bitsy starter home. Nevertheless, it's what I prefer (less room to make a mess, less mess to clean up). Do you think that I give a shit that there are people who have looked down their noses at me because my home is relatively small?

No, I do not.

I need cats

I recently got back from Italy, where we stayed in the southern part of the country, the part called Puglia. One of the places we stayed in was a trullo, which is a dwelling made of stone with a roof that’s shaped like a cone. They were popular in this particular region at the end of the 1800’s. Aside from staying in a beautiful, historic dwelling, I also had time with the host’s ferociously needy cat, which temporarily filled my own ferocious need for cats.

watercolor of Italian trullo

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