
A purple sugarbowl for my sister on her birthday
What do you say when it’s the birthday of someone who no longer walks the earth, but who still inhabits your mind? You can’t exactly say “happy birthday”. Or can you? Well, Kukla, wherever your spirit may be hovering today, I’m wishing you a happy birthday, because September 7th will always be your birthday, and a day to celebrate in some way or other.
Pino and Pinturicchio decided it was too wet outside, and have been celebrating by snoozing on my studio chair all day!