Life with an artist is different. No space, help, surface, or windowsill is too remote or ordinary to avoid being part of our farmhouse, a living museum, and art exhibits.
Washing my face in the bathroom is not just about hygiene; it’s a creative experience, another surface for art.
Our farmhouse is a gallery; Maria is the curator. I’m the person with the camera who walks up and down saying, “oh, wow,” that’s beautiful.
I love and appreciate seeing your photos of the house, inside and outside, with all it’s vibrant colors and “found art” around every corner, in every hidden place and niches. What a treat to live with all that color.