“When I tell people I’m an artist they usually tell me they can’t draw. I’m not sure when art became conflated with realistically representing things by making marks on surfaces, but I bet it was before cameras and copy machines. I carved this rickshaw for my friend to print onto fabric so she could have a rickshaw skirt. The lack of perfection is part of the art. However, transferring information from your eyes through your hands is a fascinating activity, and has much more to do with seeing than drawing. Actually seeing is pretty intense…” So begins this lovely, meandering reflection by artist Ellie Cross that includes among a slew of other intriguing elements, a former street cat, the festival of Holi, sundry artistic endeavors in India, and the fine art of taking time.

“When I tell people I’m an artist they usually tell me they can’t draw. I’m not sure when art became conflated with realistically representing things by making marks on surfaces, but I bet it was before cameras and copy machines. I carved this rickshaw for my friend to print onto fabric so she could have a rickshaw skirt. The lack of perfection is part of the art. However, transferring information from your eyes through your hands is a fascinating activity, and has much more to do with seeing than drawing. Actually seeing is pretty intense…” So begins this lovely, meandering reflection by artist Ellie Cross that includes among a slew of other intriguing elements, a former street cat, the festival of Holi, sundry artistic endeavors in India, and the fine art of taking time.