I started work at fourteen … at the country club in our neighborhood. And even now I remember the feeling that work was magic … it was hanging out with friends, doing something (relatively) useful (flipping burgers at the snack bar), being able to buy things for myself …. what’s not to love. At this point in life I realize work has always defined me …. what I produce, how I touch other people and they touch me, actualizing and expanding my world. So excited to be working with a furniture store and design group now. They are showing my paintings, so working a few days a week in the shop makes me feel like fourteen again … hanging out with designer friends, doing useful things …. guess some things never change. And I also realize that work is the greatest gift … it is living in love: freedom, expression, movement, connectivity, belonging … flowers in the kitchen.
