Where we find treasure

I’m a trash picker. Or rather I should say a “discarded items collector”. Let me elaborate. I have the good fortune to live in one of the prettiest neighborhoods in all of Brooklyn. The tree-lined streets, elaborate flowerbeds, miles of endless brownstone all decorate my daily commute. I’ve called Brooklyn my home for almost 9 … Continue reading

Terroir = Pride of Place

A quick example of my childhood is that my mother taught Head-Start and accordingly gave me coloring books with no lines- only ideas and crayons. These limitless opportunities for expression forced me to really look around and absorb my surroundings in order to interpret and sketch them. Growing up in the historic town of Newport, … Continue reading