If I measured my value in the number of Christmas cards I’ve received this year, I’d be having a Charlie Brown “I got rocks” kind of feeling right now.
But the depressing emptiness of my Christmas card holder lost its sting when I opened my email yesterday. My friend Trish Rawlings, artist, writer, and frequent commentator on this blog, sent me a digital copy of her annual handmade Christmas card. Her work is usually dreamy and strange and always delightful.
With her permission, I’m reprinting her card here, and a few of her past cards as well.
Being lost inspires her most unsettling pieces:
Finally, one featuring her cat:
Pantaloon, my feelings exactly.
Anyone interested in Trish’s work can reach her through the comment section. From there, she’ll give you her contact information directly.
Thank you, Trish!