Good Things, Ink Sketch…Sitting at the desk in our room is a collection of “good things”: old books from my grandparents’ house, a brass key from Romania, a piece of pottery made by my husband filled with Iona marble from Scotland, a Byzantine coin framed in a brass ring…an assortment of curious objects, a unique collection, simple objects that make me happy. I love collections. My family and I aspire to live more simply, with a small home consistently purged of excess. Still having too much, we try to keep taking steps in the direction of less. I find the words of William Morris drift to mind, “Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” This sketch shows a small collection of things I believe to be beautiful; beautiful for the meanings they hold in my mind, for their age, for their history, for the memories. (The perfectionist in me is having a hard time with these sketches. I’m drawing with only a pen, so the pictures show every mark I make, whether I like them or not! )
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