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Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas, 18 × 24 in., 2026
Saturday morning, no rush. Coffee in hand, maybe a matcha, wandering past tables piled with things that were in the ground yesterday. This one's for the people who don't just grab what they need and go — who stop, ask questions, come back to the same vendor week after week.
There's a whole life that grows in those small exchanges. The basket filling up isn't a shopping list, it's a palette. The farmer's product is just the beginning of their process. The kitchen is their canvas, and the market holds their mediums. The meal they make later is its own kind of art — not because it's perfect, but because they took their time choosing what went into it.
Acrylic and oil pastels on canvas, 18 × 24 in., 2026
Saturday morning, no rush. Coffee in hand, maybe a matcha, wandering past tables piled with things that were in the ground yesterday. This one's for the people who don't just grab what they need and go — who stop, ask questions, come back to the same vendor week after week.
There's a whole life that grows in those small exchanges. The basket filling up isn't a shopping list, it's a palette. The farmer's product is just the beginning of their process. The kitchen is their canvas, and the market holds their mediums. The meal they make later is its own kind of art — not because it's perfect, but because they took their time choosing what went into it.