It’s been a while. I continue to pursue my “Home-School MFA,” meaning that I continue to make art, read about art, discuss art, view art. I do, however, find the digital world to be a distraction for the most part, and with the exception of being able to snap pictures on my smart phone for later contemplation (something that rarely happens) I prefer to work on paper by hand than to write on my laptop. I am a Luddite at heart.
Even as a child I loved antiques and wished to go back to the “good old days,” whatever they were. A time before the automobile replaced horses. A time when most things were made by hand. I feel a definite contradiction creating a blog that exists solely on the internet, composed on my computer, with a photo taken but never printed.
The photo above is of a pressed glass salt cellar, a reproduction of an antique, about 2 inches in diameter. I bought it on a school field trip to the Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village in Michigan. I was probably in 4th grade, and I’ve moved it with me from Michigan to Virginia to Illinois—five different house moves in all. From an early age I wanted my home to be filled with antiques and reproductions. Mostly I’ve succeeded.
The salt cellar may be my earliest attempt to fill my life with antique things.