yesterday i took a wrong turn in joshua tree and found myself on a dirt road alley. that’s when i saw the sign for the world famous crochet museum.
within seconds i was falling-down drunk on CUTE. the ex foto-mat trailer the museum is housed in, all 40 square feet of it, is crammed full of the work of a thousand little old lady crochet mob bosses.
whatever you can imagine, from tacos to cakes, watermelon, poodles, cats, and dinosaurs have been curated & gathered from far and wide and brought here to live. shari elf is the museum founder and next door is her cozy relaxed gallery & studio.
i had a paradoxical reaction to all of this joy on display. tears. shari rushed off to get me a kleenex while i tried to compose myself.
it’s just that while i was looking around i had this thought that i was standing in the middle of the best, most perfect antidote to hate. i know crocheted monkeys and cookies don’t have magical powers against assault rifles, bombs, and active shooters.
or do they?
remember that rubber stamp from 15 years ago or so…“art saves lives”?
that sentiment is living and breathing in this studio.
and yesterday it grabbed hold of my heart and squeezed.
dear shari elf is spinning paint & words into gold.
i found this video about shari and thought i’d share it with you.
you come to joshua tree. you go see the art queen of the desert. period. tell her the crying woman sent you.