The Blue Giraffe

Time and time again, I let my home fill up with too many things. I always begin with a large piece, admiring how it looks, alone and stately on the wall, then I gradually start to fill in around it. It’s not intentional, but when I see something that inspires me (or strikes a sentimental chord) I want to be able to see it. My office walls are filled with thumbtacks and pins, holding up pieces of paper, photographs, and random words that I just want to see. I can’t fight who I

Quite often, people declare that they need a “piece of art” to complete their room. That they are looking for the perfect painting to hang over a sofa, or above a fireplace. They don’t want a print, because it is too generic; they want something original, which often translates to something that they have not yet found, and, even if they did find it, it would probably be too expensive for their current budget. So, they wait. The room is never finished, and the painting is nev

I visited an Art room at school yesterday, and I didn’t want to leave; it was joyfully cluttered, over-flowing with activity, and it smelled of warm crayons. The Art teacher looked so comfortable in her paint-splattered smock, and she welcomed me with such a big smile, that it made me feel like a child again.  Our children’s lives are far more controlled now; school days start at 7:58am (not 7:59am, or you’ll get a tardy slip), they are allowed exactly 1 1/2 minutes to go to