I grew up in Nebraska and Iowa, but every other year or so (although it seems like every year in my memory), we would drive to northern New Jersey at Christmastime to visit Grandmother Maggie and Grandfather Bud. I’ve written about Christmas at their house before; it was always magical, without fail. My grandmother embodied …
From the beginning In school, I only ever studied art because I loved it. Photography, printmaking, ceramics, bookbinding, and drawing were electives; things I loved to do, not things I was required to learn. High school was your standard blur of self-doubt and academic ambition, and when I was at Grinnell I tried to take …
This summer, my dad shared my Great Grandma Campbell’s 1890s autograph book with me. Jan. 4th, 1895 Dear Edna, The tissues of the life to be / We weave with colors, all our own, / And in the field of destiny, / We reap as we have sown. Ever your friend, Effie Naylor Edna Foster …
Yesterday I launched the first collection in a very large batch of new work; a series of approximately 125 (very) limited edition photo albums and journals I’m calling Post-Marked. I’ve been making these books up for the last few months so they’d be ready to go this fall…and they are finally ready to show off. …
There’s no denying it; spring is here! Charlotte and I just dropped off an order of springy albums, journals, and cards to Lion in the Sun in Park Slope yesterday, and in between working on books and someone doing an awfully good job of learning to use her vocal cords, we’ve been getting out and …
