My head leaned against the entrance door to hear the sound of a high-pitched doorbell ring, then I quickly stepped back, anticipatingly waiting patiently for him to greet me with his subtle wit and nutty charm. My eyes danced around the exterior of the home he’d once built on a street named after him surrounded by a development of other homes he’d also built over the years in this Midwestern town. As the door opened, smiling eyes and wrinkles of wisdom greeted me with a waving invitation to come on in.
Reclaiming Life through Reclaimed Materials
What if we could embody plain, sheer happiness, with not much more than reclaimed materials and access to a pair of shears? I question the notion of our very own creativity being stretched when we utilize less, by simply working with what is near and dear.
The Magical Field
There was no possibility of taking a drive that morning. A hit and run car accident totaled my Prius into nearly half of its original size. I had plans of moving from my studio overlooking the Hollywood sign the very next day, but with aluminum and plastic remnants spread across the hot blacktop, I’d come to a complete stop.