I have a thing about balloons. I adore them. In fact, I love them so much that they make regular appearances in my artwork. Maybe that’s because my college roommate once tied my dream graduate school acceptance letter to helium balloons and had them floating in the living room so that I’d see the letter as soon as I opened the door to our apartment. I asked how she knew it was an acceptance and not a rejection, and she said she’d just had a really good feeling about it. We were both glad she was right.

For this piece, I envisioned a garden full of possibilities, of tiny things that grow and eventually take flight: a little bit of hope plus a little bit of magic sprinkled in…sort of like walking through a door and discovering a bouquet of balloons that proclaimed the arrival of that one small, yet monumental, envelope.