Little stools prop up my artwork, computer, cameras, food, anything needing a lift. Three stools made their way to the Winter Art Festival at Decatur Northwest, and one sold - the best in my opinion. A long and wide piece of 2x12 etched, burned, pyrographied, stained, varathaned- just like one below. The new owner, "love(s) it!"
This smaller version acts as a table perch for my zoom sessions and typing, reading, and climbing new heights at the kitchen counter. An original poem "The Climber" etches the surface. Functional art is another foray for me to be in constant contact with art - regardless of task.
The Climber
To climb must I sit
in silence til fit;
and aligned eye become
from mind to bum.
