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from Leanne Shapton’s paintings of tree leaves. [via The Paris Review]
How bout that Leanne Shapton, huh! I bet this is a woman who reads The Secret. Ha! I’m only halfway kidding. Lady writes in The Paris Review blog under ARTS & CULTURE about the LEAVES in CANADA. She seemingly just had a BOOK published about it. I can imagine her agent (um, who is Andrew Wylie)—Hey, why don’t we send some of these LEAVES to a few BLOGS? And Leanne is like, Sure, no skin off my back! leaves.”
And the biggest, best part, is THEY ARE ENJOYABLE LEAVES. I support these Paris Review leaves. They are adorable. I think my favorites are The Trembling Aspen and the Honey Locust. I would buy these prints on 20x200 and I would only be minimally self-conscious about becoming my mother.
Before I clicked on these Paris Review leaves I was thinking, Oh, Leanne Shapton, I know your name from somewhere. Could it be you? Was it you that wrote the Artifacts book? Oh, yes it is! The book I SO ENJOYED on the subway into work last winter—wherein the writer/artist eulogizes (maybe) a relationship by chronicling all their STUFF—underwear, books, gifts, little notes—and thereby making the book we all WISH or SECRETLY WISH we could hurl onto the world and hope sense comes out of it. And her book is great!
Also it seems the book before that was also about chronicaling—her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriends. As someone who just yesterday asked her boyfriend, “Did you like your ex-girlfriend more than me at this stage of your relationship?” I would like to say, KUDOS, LEANNE SHAPTON.
PAINT THOSE LEAVES. PUT ‘EM UP ON YOUR VISIONBOARD. DO IT FOR ALL OF US WHO CANNOT.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcnll93njI1qz6m3fo1_500.png)
from Leanne Shapton’s paintings of tree leaves. [via The Paris Review]
How bout that Leanne Shapton, huh! I bet this is a woman who reads The Secret. Ha! I’m only halfway kidding. Lady writes in The Paris Review blog under ARTS & CULTURE about the LEAVES in CANADA. She seemingly just had a BOOK published about it. I can imagine her agent (um, who is Andrew Wylie)—Hey, why don’t we send some of these LEAVES to a few BLOGS? And Leanne is like, Sure, no skin off my back! leaves.”
And the biggest, best part, is THEY ARE ENJOYABLE LEAVES. I support these Paris Review leaves. They are adorable. I think my favorites are The Trembling Aspen and the Honey Locust. I would buy these prints on 20x200 and I would only be minimally self-conscious about becoming my mother.
Before I clicked on these Paris Review leaves I was thinking, Oh, Leanne Shapton, I know your name from somewhere. Could it be you? Was it you that wrote the Artifacts book? Oh, yes it is! The book I SO ENJOYED on the subway into work last winter—wherein the writer/artist eulogizes (maybe) a relationship by chronicling all their STUFF—underwear, books, gifts, little notes—and thereby making the book we all WISH or SECRETLY WISH we could hurl onto the world and hope sense comes out of it. And her book is great!
Also it seems the book before that was also about chronicaling—her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriends. As someone who just yesterday asked her boyfriend, “Did you like your ex-girlfriend more than me at this stage of your relationship?” I would like to say, KUDOS, LEANNE SHAPTON.
PAINT THOSE LEAVES. PUT ‘EM UP ON YOUR VISIONBOARD. DO IT FOR ALL OF US WHO CANNOT.
