I could not wait to go back and visit Brigitte Wolf. Her studio, the corner that it is in, smells like art. The happy memories growing up in an artists home. Brigitte was the first artist I zoomed up the stairs to see. And I made several trips back, and once again before I went home. Brigitte spoke of it first, though both of us probably felt it whether anticipating the upcoming evening or when we first saw each other this evening. It was like we were good friends already, yet we met only briefly last month. This is why I grow . . .
Here are some photo's of Brigitte's work . . .
Keiko Nemeth is another artist that I came to enjoy this evening. Talking to her, understanding where her passion lies, brought me closer to here art and the same passion. Seeing life is usually two sided, so one wants to discard the heavy weight on either side to become balanced. To bring some tranquility, harmony, essence. Now I am not saying this is what Keiko is striving for. This is what I saw in her work, and from conversation.