I love flea markets…but not necessarily for the reason you would think.

This morning at the flea market in Sandwich, Mass I stopped at a table and started visiting with Dennis. Here’s Dennis. I scored some cool jewelry, some butter knives, a beautiful serving spoon and silver salad tongs from his goods. The serving pieces he actually gifted me after such a great early morning conversation. Not a bad way to start a Wednesday.

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We talked about kids, art, art school, traveling, creative minds, how creative minds work, selling Cadillacs, GOT JUNK (Dennis is a GOT JUNK Franchise owner in Rhode Island). My kids know that I love that business so much that the guys are referred to as “my GOT JUNK boyfriends” when they take a load from my home or studio. It was a great conversation and I learned that one of Dennis’ sons is a sculptor in Los Angeles. So I of course, needed to know more about his Rhode Island School of Design son working as a sculptor in LA. As an artist and a mother who is taking her son to art school (MIAD Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design) in a few weeks, it’s inspiring to hear a story of how a young creative life was constructed.

Here are links to Brian’s work. I really like the Snow White and the Seven Dwarves sculptures. His vision makes them seem so much more complex and multi-dimensional. I encourage you to go the distance if you learn about something that interests you. It’s so easy to follow-up with someone and let them know how you found out about their work, idea, situation etc. This is one of the best reasons for the internet in my estimation.

http://www.brianrochefort.net/About-1
http://www.brianrochefort.net/SnowWhite_SevenDwarves
http://instagram.com/energygloop
http://www.brianrochefort.net/Cups

small moments…

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This image is one of my favorite memories of my whole summer. My husband, Jeff came out on the porch with coffee and his guitar. He strummed. I read the paper. The birds chirped. There was true beauty in that moment. It will always a part of me even when it fades.

I am grateful that my mother taught me to take the time to savor small moments and not live my life waiting for big events. She used to tell my sister and I, “Girls, there are a lot more every days in your life than special occasions.” There are hardly truer words to live by. Thanks Mom.