editor’s note
Me and Kristine in 2012. I’VE BEEN THINKING A LOT LATELY ABOUT HOW ART INFLUENCES DIFFERENT PARTS OF OUR LIVES. My son’s guitar strumming filters into my home office and reminds me of concerts from the past. As I start humming along, his music makes the hours slip away. Likewise, I hear a podcast that mentions a painting by Van Gogh, and I’m transported to a museum and am standing in front of the artwork again, observing my daughter as she experienced the art in person for the very first time. Suddenly, the flowers I’m arranging take on new meaning. The serendipitous fall of light through a window creates a transparency effect when it hits a bowl, and the next thing I know, I’m pulling similar colored fabrics from my stash…