Here’s your second installment of my lost images, particularly poignant as they are also early springtime shots from Quakertown that I took last year. The past two springs, for me, have been a time to re-evaluate and recommit myself to creativity. They have also been transitional periods for me professionally, since I graduated college two springs ago and released myself from an unbearable professional situation last year in order to find something better. Last spring, I was also doing the bulk of my work with Mural Arts.
So while these shots are undeniably springy and bright, for me they represent a period where I was struggling to be creative, to balance doing what I wanted to do for free and what I hated doing for a paycheck. It was a period where I was feeling pretty artistically bankrupt, and stuck. I was caught feeling nostalgic about my hometown and absolutely hating it.
The heart is a plate from a childhood tea set of mine. This is the garden in front of my parents’ house.
The “parking lot” of one of my favorite hometown spots – the Quakertown Farmer’s Market, of course. Still only open Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Happy Springtime and Happy Easter, ladies and gents. I’ll be back in the Q over the weekend celebrating the birth of my favorite sister. Happy Almost-Birth, Jennyboo.