Lacey, Oh Lacey
When I see lace now, whether encased behind glass at the Isabella Gardner’s Museum in Boston or on a shirt tucked away in my closet, it is a reminder of the invisible thread tying me to the people I love.
Art: the craft of simply being
Art lives in the rhythm of our daily lives, in the clothes we choose, the music we immerse ourselves in, and the emotions those choices evoke.
