confession time. i don’t know what this is. i was in the mood for an assemblage today, and i had lots of pine to work with. one of the pleasures of this blog is that not everything i make every single day needs to be the last word on mary jo hoffman’s artistic evolution. i had my daughter home with me. we got to work on this together. i enjoyed it. i like how it looks. sure part of art is the result of the artistic process. but part of art is just participating in the artistic process. in this case, it happened on the floor with my sixteen year old daughter. watching her enjoy herself. enjoying that. and calling it art.

pinecones and boughs from red and white pines

mccullough park, saint paul, minnesota