My chains are gone I’ve been set free. My God my Savior has ransomed me. And like a flood, His mercy reigns. Unending love. Amazing grace. #easter #wasblind #cross #woodwall #amazinggrace #russhilburn (at Church At The Mission : Corona)
Visiting Mari Andrews’s studio is like stepping into an old-world apothecary’s shop, where rows and rows of small glass jars are filled with specimens gathered on her hikes through Muir Woods, and beyond: molted snakeskins, seedpods, smooth-surfaced stones, rusted bits of wire, tufts of moss, and more … Mari’s work and studio make you encounter overlooked objects in a newly intimate way; a dried leaf or fallen acorn become dazzling when seen out of context and leave you a little more curious, a little more awake to the natural world, than when you arrived.