FLUFFY
white hydrangea heads, illuminated by a sideways slant of sun. What is it about hydrangeas that so snag at your heart? Is it that each individual flower is so pure and simple a shape, juxtaposed with the complexity of the flower mass? Maybe it is just the memory of childhood summers, orange creamsicles from the ice cream truck eaten, dripping sweet, lying under the snowball bushes. Anyway, the house has been filled with flowers for months as I prepare to be in an exhibit, Flowers in February, my first time showing with Sherry French Gallery. The exhibit opens today, officially, but the reception is this Saturday. Please stop by if you are in the Chelsea area of New York City anytime this month.