For those who know us, you know my husband Paul cares about “function”.
Does something work?
A ten penny nail pounded in the wall next to the door; perfect key holder. Wading boots for fishing hanging on the living room wall; easy to get to if the fish are biting. He has never purchased or hung a piece of original art work in his 72 years of living…
And when I create my works of art? His usual observation is “cute.”
Rich, layered colors, deep textures, whimsical style, repeating themes… These nuances are lost on him but my soul craves creativity. I’m not so concerned about whether or not something works well, as I am does it look good?!? Does it please the eye? Does it touch the soul? I want BEAUTY! I want layers of beauty!