Good evening, art lovers! Pull up a chair… she probably built it herself. Tonight’s tale concerns a woman who could have simply bought nice things — but didn’t!
One artist. Three departments. A complete and total lack of restraint. Pick a door.
Oil on canvas. Very serious. Please stroke your chin while viewing.
Pen, ink, watercolor and a deeply unhealthy relationship with very tiny brushes.
Furniture with tapered legs and strong opinions. All ten fingers still accounted for.
“Whatever She’s Into This Month!” Could be pottery. Could be sign painting. Nobody, including the artist, knows how this one ends.
Measure twice. Cut once. Swear thrice. Midcentury-minded furniture, built one joint at a time.
IT BEGAN, AS THESE THINGS DO, WITH A PERFECTLY NICE BOARD…
[PHOTO: RAW LUMBER]THEN CAME THE IDEA. A TERRIBLE, WONDERFUL IDEA!
[PHOTO: SKETCHES]…WHICH WAS PROMPTLY ABANDONED AT 2 A.M.
Bzzzt! [PHOTO: WORK IN PROGRESS]AND FROM ITS ASHES ROSE… SOMETHING BETTER!
[PHOTO: FINISHED PIECE][A SHORT BIO GOES HERE — where she’s from, what she makes, how she got started.]
[A SECOND, SHORTER PARAGRAPH — influences, materials, or the one project that went gloriously sideways.]
Known hobbies: making things. Also, making other things.
Commission questions, gallery inquiries, fan mail, or a thoughtful critique of her color choices. (She will read it. She will not change the colors.)