I adore treasure hunts. Invite me to an Easter egg hunt and I devolve into a tunnel-visioned child, giddy with anticipation of finding pastel-colored treats hidden in flower beds. I adore advent calendars and lockets and old-school CrackerJacks for the treasures...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
wee little contest
of pith, sharp vicious teeth, and free art
My high school senior English professor used to wear a pith helmet. I don't remember the specific circumstances required for him to don the pith helmet, but they had something to do with intellectual pithiness. I also remember that it was rarely donned, but when it...