My sister looked at this painting and said, "I love your chair."
"It's a vase," I replied.
We laughed until we cried, and the name stuck.
I've always loved that art gives everyone permission to see something different. There isn't a right answer here. It's a vase. It's a chair. It's a memory. It's whatever you bring to it.
That's the magic of art. It becomes yours the moment you look at it.
Dedicated to my artist sister, Anna P.
My sister looked at this painting and said, "I love your chair."
"It's a vase," I replied.
We laughed until we cried, and the name stuck.
I've always loved that art gives everyone permission to see something different. There isn't a right answer here. It's a vase. It's a chair. It's a memory. It's whatever you bring to it.
That's the magic of art. It becomes yours the moment you look at it.
Dedicated to my artist sister, Anna P.
