This is the final post of four things on http://www.fourfortheday.com but the site will remain open with updates on the things to come.
This has been a truly amazing year with this project. From day one I knew when I was organizing my studio and seeing how many small collections of things I kept and really loved, to Allison Sommers first post on January 2nd 2011, and in early November when all weeks had been assigned, and now when everything is all said and done that the concept of this project was something people really enjoy. We love our stuff and other peoples as well.
I can’t thank the Guest Editor’s enough for making this what it is. It takes courage to expose the things we hold onto. The Guest Editor’s did it and the internet has found out a little more about each of them.
I encourage everyone to keep checking back to find out what is next for this little project. My hope is a bound book and art exhibition. But I am open to other possibilites.
My humble thank you to everyone who made this possible and the collectors around the world, past, present, and future.
Happy New Year.
s. arden hill
Books of drawings about homes, maps, sheds and a week in a cabin in Norway.
Stationary stores are wonderful, especially in places away from home.
With thanks to Ben Burtt and Ralph McQuarrie the Star Wars movies were a joy to watch.
The original figures are beautifully made, the proportions and texture as they should be.
These are some of the paints that I use at my desk or when I am travelling.
I use them until there is nothing left, so that some last for years.
I draw to music all the time.
Here are four of many that I enjoy from time to time.
Songs and melodies are good companions to making work.
“No one noticed what was going on. No one suspected that a drama was being played out in the waiting room of the small railway station where only six depressed looking passengers were waiting, amid the smell of coffee, beer, and lemonade.” (Maigret and the hundred gibbets)
Within the green covers, on the yellow freckled pages and held together by the almost broken spines, the Parisian detective stories are told.