“SCHINGS” etc…

When I was about three years old, I carried a large, black purse everywhere I went. I would also walk around Greenwich Village holding a flowery, pink parasol from Chinatown but that’s a story for another day. The purse contained in what was near and dear to me. “Things”. But since I couldn’t pronounce the “th”, it became my SCHINGS bag.This blog will be a place for studio news, photographs, stories, links to favorite artists, cats, upcoming shows, workshops and classes…just SCHINGS. Hey hope you’ll stop by now and then and find my posts interesting, inspiring, informative and entertaining.

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