sienna's laugh is different. i feel as if over the last two weeks our life had been suspended. waiting for her to heal, to feel herself, to be recaptured in the pull of our schedule. this weekend we felt normal again. we walked the bay knee deep in mud pools, flew kites, shopped the farmer's market, went out to a lovely dinner, and i even had a whole afternoon to myself.
events change us, but they also bring a fresh start. welcome, monday.
I see things in things that are not always about those things and they inspire me. I am a collector, a painter, and deeply interested in how people leave their mark in the world. I love moving things around and wandering through words + places to feel alive.