Pace Framing & Lifestyle
I remember sitting in my tiny studio apartment during my first year at Parsons, surrounded by half-finished sketches and the…
Have you ever felt like your backyard was just a collection of disconnected patches of grass rather than a cohesive…
I can still smell the sharp, heady scent of linseed oil and old cedar from my childhood, lingering in the…
I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ old gallery, surrounded by the scent of beeswax and aged velvet,…
I remember sitting in my parents’ old gallery, surrounded by the scent of beeswax and aged mahogany, watching my mother…
I was sitting in my studio last Tuesday, meticulously rearranging the moss in a new miniature terrarium, when I realized…
I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to breathe some life back into “Barnaby,” an old velvet armchair…
Looking back, I cherish those nights around the dining table. We’d laugh and share our day’s stories. It was more…
Walking through ancient cities or looking at famous buildings, I’m amazed by their stories. These stories show human strength and…
As the holiday season comes, I think back to the twinkling lights on houses and trees. They make the cold…
