
My goal is to build a museum. And to let you watch me do it.
Do I feel vulnerable? Yes.
Am I a little terrified? Yep.
Am I qualified at all to do this? Nope.
But here’s the thing. My dad (I call him Pop) was an amazing painter. He painted full time, professionally from the late 1960s well into the 2010s. He wasn’t typical in any sense of the word. Someone told him as a child to “kick the sign down and go the other way” and that’s what he did. All his life.
And the good news is, he was a documentarian. So he left me with a lot to work with. The bad news is, he wasn’t super organized. So he left me with a lot of work. I better get to it…
xo
Rosa

For a little more info, start here => Day 1 – Building the Farnsworth