Now that I'm employed, I miss the radical freedom of unemployment and all of the fun artsy-craftsy projects that I was able to do. Some turned out better than others (Peter's pillow), some are yet to be fully implemented (my scissor lino block printing, destined for t-shirts large and small), and some just turned out wonky (the sweater dog). Hopefully it's wonky in a "I love my mom for trying" sort-of way... see for yourself above.
In other art news, my nifty Brown ID got me in to the RISD Museum (for free!) at lunchtime yesterday to catch the Harry Callahan show before it closes tomorrow. The Museum is 3 blocks form my office and will be a regular stop on my lunch hour as I explore their collection. Callahan actually established the photo department at RISD, but there were not too many pictures in the exhibit from their time in Providence. Chicago is featured prominently, to the point that the city is almost like a family member in the photos. Callahan's photos of his wife Eleanor (and later, daughter Barbara) are so technically brilliant and tender/intimate at the same time. A remarkable talent to combine those two aspects. You may have seen the one where Eleanor is emerging from the water of Lake Michigan looking like something out of a Botticelli painting.