My first show since the Holiday season and it was a blast! Busy and wonderful! An amazing collection of talented local artists. It was hard not to buy something from every booth. Super excited to have snagged an absolute favorite print from my vision gifted neighbor at the event, Mark Brabant! I bought, "Tuned In." LOVE IT! One of my favorite memories as a child was when my mom would put us in the car just before Christmas and drive around local neighborhoods so that my sister and I could see all of the homes, decked out in all of their Christmas glory. Not coming from a "Leave it to Beaver" home, I would find myself peering into the windows more than looking at all of the Christmas lights to steal a glimpse of happy, warm, family life. "Tuned In" puts me right back in my pj's and into my moms' Nova tooling through the neighborhoods. Thanks Mark! http://www.hoveringobject.com/
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.