Found these house's on our
hunt for wild flowers.
aA village of little house's.
Nobody was home. Maybe they
were all hiding .
These house's bring back
memories of being small
and wishing everything
was my size. I would put
myself to sleep at night
imagining that I lived in a
village that was my size.
art can trigger such a memory.
I have been working on a lot of different
projects these past weeks. none of them seem to
be connected . I told a friend I feel like all my ideas
are swimming up stream together and I am just
waiting for them to breed . I guess when my
guides are ready , they will tell me what to
create.
oh my gosh, i love these. i found some plastic animals at the thrift store yesterday, and it seems like a few of them should be grazing outside these doors... what is it about miniature things?! they're so *enticing*!
ReplyDeletei'm smiling at the thought of you going to sleep imagining a village where everything is your size... that is such a nice thought. : )
xo
(i just went to visit devon and dan. the internet!)
i just love small things!!! little things just seem to have a bit of magic or something. i would love to live in one of those little houses.
ReplyDeletereminds me of my mom's house, she loves birdhouses and paints them all different colors and they are just everywhere....
ReplyDeletethank you devon , lynne & jude.
ReplyDeletesmall things do make me smile.
Wonderful little houses, wonderful find. I love the image of one's idea's going up stream to breed. It is one explanation for the voids in creativity.
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