Although we technically don’t have a home of our own these days, the idea of home is on my mind a lot. Just this morning I was browsing through realtor.com, as you do, checking out what’s around in our…
Browsing Tag
art
I feel like such a slacker, ya’ll. Not in general, because I’m working my little tushy off doing freelance work for art consultants, galleries and artists— which I’m super excited about! The business of being artsy is picking up…
Sometimes, it isn’t a matter of what you see, but how you see it. Perception can be a funny thing. Often, Mr. F & I will watch the same movie but get something totally different from it. Or we’ll…
We all have our product loyalties. Mr. F is fiercely loyal to King Arthur Flour, for instance. Sometimes, as in Mr. F’s case, it’s about how the product performs, in others, it’s because we are enchanted by not just…
![This Artsy Life: Weekend 38 [ when nothing goes as planned ]](https://artsyforager.com/images/Pier+Regular/This+Artsy+Life%3A+Weekend+38+%5B+when+nothing+goes+as+planned+%5D.png "This Artsy Life: Weekend 38 [ when nothing goes as planned ]")
We check the weekend forecast religiously throughout the week. Here in the Northwest, especially in the Fall, the weather can change on a dime. All week, the forecast was calling for periodic rain for Saturday. So no hiking or…
I find it very refreshing to come across an artist for whom the most important part of her creative process in the process itself. For Utah artist Elise Wehle, the delicately intense, repetitive handwork in her cut paper collages…
As a dutiful child of the 70s, I love crochet, macrame, all those disco-era handicrafts. Though I don’t always love that era’s color palette as much as my sister-in-law– you guys should see the 1970s era RV she is…
You know, there’s more than one way to skin a ca— I mean, hang artwork. I hope I proved that in our last foray into Artsy Dwelling! Be a rebel. Don’t hang that art at all! Go all crazy…
Birds must have magically wonderful lives, don’t you think? I’m always envious of their freedom and grace, their ability to walk on land, swim through the water ( well, some birds ), and fly to far off places. As…
As summer passes into fall, those vibrant brights we’ve embraced in the heat slowly begin to fade into pale grey and warm, rosy light. I’ve always loved this in-between season, when the afternoon light begins to glow with the…