Things have moved through the budding stage and into full bloom here at the Black House, thanks to a balmy and very wet spring. A nose poked directly into the Loderis (our incredibly fragrant rhodies) will transport you to the root beer stand of your youth. The white tulips are the tallest they've ever been. The deer haven't yet attacked the rest of the blossoming scape, so the show goes on in ridiculously verdant splendor.

As much as I adore the beautiful blooming landscape, I adore even more the fun of working in this studio. My muse, Zeteticus - that old Latin seeker of the truth - reminds me to skip over the BS and find the straight line to truths in all the corners of our world. One of those corners is the never ending conversation about our bodies, and the push me- pull you relationship people (especially girls/women) have with food, fashion and frivolous claims of fancy. It's a tough place to find the truth, this whole body image business.

Georgette is here to help us all stand in front of the mirror and find the words, "I. Am. Beautiful." She's the First Lady here at the Black House, a beautiful - and fitting - ambassador for The President of Me.
The Black House is officially "Open" the first two Saturdays of May*
during the Vashon Island Art Studio tours.
Come say hi. Come take a look at how beautiful Georgette is.
She's all dressed up for the occasion.
Happy Spring, all you beautiful seekers of the truth.
*I'm actually "unofficially open" any day of the week you see my car in the driveway... really... stop in for a little Vitamin Black...