Grounded in Granite
I didn’t grow up in the mountains. I grew up in suburbia, homes 12 feet apart, hoping not to see my neighbor walking past their window as I stared out mine wondering where the thousands of cars crossing the San Mateo bridge were going. Aerial View of Foster City, California I grew up drawing horses and playing with my Breyer models, imagination in full swing as we trotted over golden hills dotted with oaks, or rode a precarious mountain ridge, or felt the wind whipping through my hair as we galloped through the surf. My Muses and Models I grew up on horse back. Our [...]
