Maija Fiebig

I keep running across a card I picked up at Maija Fiebig’s show a few months ago, and it fills me with longing.

I pick up a lot of cards from art shows. Usually when I look at them later, I’m meh about it. But I keep thinking about Fiebig’s delicate canvasses, and how they touch the feminine in me.

I think I may have to live with some of her art eventually.

Footnote: at the same gallery walk we also saw Passengers by Frank Miller (not the comic book guy). This spooky portrait was a favorite of mine, but there were many remarkable photos.

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