disaster strikes. Then you have to learn how to deal with it.
Everywhere I go in my mom's house I see my art. Its not the art that curators acknowledged in New York City. Its that good ole' down home art.
My cool photographs of my mom's children, grandchildren and pets in even cooler frames. Frames designed by me. Its like looking at the art of someone else and I am in awe.
It is bittersweet to be here and I know I'll have to leave soon. Still its good to know that I was here. That I left things that warm people's hearts.
Sitting on a trend...
