Art is in the eye of the beholder and the passion thereof time and limitless. The same can be said about Brad Twaddle’s immeasurable energy and passion for Dancing and the Arts.
Everyone has a powerful connection to their mothers. My mother, Lila Lee Shaw Girvin died this past week. And it called into contemplation all of the things that one thinks about in death—of anyone near. You’re thinking, “they were here, now they’re gone. Forever.”
As a knitter, a weaver, and an anthropologist, H. Morgan Hicks has created a life by design. He owns the bustling yarn shop, "All Points Yarn," in Des Moines, Washington.
Even today I’m haunted by Tommy Wooten because of what became of him. He died in a car crash. There are car accidents every day, but the brutality of Tommy’s car crash lingers.
Paul Ashe was (and still is) the marketing guy, and his conversation in that Washington D.C. barroom a few years back was with the pastor of the Georgetown Lutheran Church. Their convo led to the revelation that the church was the home of the city’s oldest Lutheran congregation, founded seven years before the signing of the Declaration of Independence – and two solid decades before the District of Columbia was designated the nation’s capital. But in recent years, Ashe learned, the church had developed a sad case of tintinnabulation deficit disorder.
Graphite is also the name that Mary Olsen chose for the multi-use art hub she conceived of and built in Edmonds, Washington. And once you visit the place, you’ll recognize that the name is spot-on, because sketching in pencil – in other words, drawing with graphite – is often the first step in producing a work of art.