I appreciate my life with an artist, because everything becomes art, our life is a gallery. In the barn, there was an old wicker chair with the seat and back gone or rotted out, and every day, we have strings of baling wire from feeding the animals on the farm. Maria saw a way to take these two disparate things and make some art. Thus, the string chair, the old chair now has a back and seat made from baling wire. I see that this is how an artist thinks, and I love watching it, there is a steady unfolding of the creative process.

Maria’s mind is not like my mind or most minds, she sees the world visually, this is how she pieces together her hanging pieces and quilts and potholders. This morning, she took a few minutes to braid the back of the string chair, I suspect it will be on display at the Open House in June. I suspect the chickens might lay an egg on it one of these days.