When I arrived in France I didn’t speak a word of French. Humble pie was my constant buddy, observing in silence my new vehicle and redecorating was how I stayed focus during dinner parties. Those dinner parties where we would…

LAY FAUX TOY "Corey, there are two…eu…eu…chairs, old ones! Nice ones! Well, I think they are nice. A person upstairs is throwing them away, the chairs are outside my office building; Should I bring them home?!" My husband says out…

Collecting sans Dust At one point I collected cafe au lait bowls, they look like cereal bowls. The French, use these to drink their morning coffee with milk. Mine were stacked on top of the kitchen mantle, three and four…

Wooden Roses Hand carved wood 19th century panel

My 98 year old friend paints, everyday. He is a tall, elegant, aristocratic man who paints abstracts– Cubes, figures without facial expressions, and one eyed boomerangs in vivid color. His paintings are his hobby, his story, his adventure. He never…