Something beautiful (some of the new work). (I want to live inside this piece.):
Melinda's new line knocks my socks off -- and apparently also everyone else's socks, because the reactions to the first sets of orders shipped have been incredible. For me, these pieces capture the hazy heat of an August afternoon somewhere deep inside a forest, a hidden glade, a sanctuary. We're still waiting for the pro photos, alas. Any day!
And now this....
The other day, I was painting, and made some kind of movement which caused a paintbrush to flip up nearly to the ceiling and land about five feet behind me, tucked neatly behind the wing of a (decorative) crow:
This moment of flight & subsequent landing seemed like an omen, or something holy -- we have yet to remove the paintbrush.
What is the symbolism here? The metaphor?
Not sure if my brain is ready to receive this message, but perhaps the universe is calling out to me.....