Late night road trips and learning to drink coffee in my Grandmother’s kitchen are a few of my favorite memories. I’m 49-years-old and I’m pretty sure there are a few trips during high school and college I’ve selectively forgotten to tell my folks about. It’s a damn good thing I learned to love coffee though—it’s kept me alert and safe on the road for a very long time. Grandma would be proud of that. She always was such a worrier.
I just spent a few days in Brooklyn with my husband and my daughters visiting old friends. Here’s a sample of what I shot over the course of a few days. We saw lots of art—at MOMA’s Brooklyn’s outpost PS1 and the Cooper Hewitt on the upper east side. I got loads of ideas and I always feel so sparked to get to work in my studio after some museum time. Here’s a few links.
I spilled my coffee in my studio and thought the way it pooled on my drop cloth was really cool. I was bummed about my coffee but thrilled to get the shot. I hope you have a week filled with unexpected discoveries.
“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.” —James Joyce