I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about her yet, and if I have I would rather discuss her again then not. Here are some self portraits of Anne Arden Mcdonald. She is a sculpter, photographer, and general maker of wonderfulness.
You can get one of them by clicking here. I was about to reword her description of it, but I found the same words on her website:
When I was evicted from my loft, I would close my eyes at night and draw pictures of little houses, and when I opened my eyes, the drawings were always surprising (you can see them here). It was as if they were tiny prayers for a home. This ring is an homage to that time—
I was honestly moved at the time by the simplicity of the design and the charm of the piece of jewelry, not to mention the backstory about her difficulties, that I looked up her website and went through all of her other posted artwork. Beautiful, haunting, but not in a gratuitously dark way.
I love the way she hunts down dilapidated buildings and poses alone in them. So very expressive, and so clever. When I look at one for a few minutes I think… this is my favorite.
As I type this, I can’t thinking that I’ve talked about her before, but I’m too interested in lovin’ on this stuff and too lazy to go check and see if I have already said all this or not. The other thing I’m currently too lazy to do (and too interested in the subject to do) is double-check her website and see if she is cool with people lifting her images and reblogging her. So, Anne, if you didn’t want me to do this, I’m sorry- I hope you’ll forgive me since your work is so lovely.