
This super bright, super summery bright yellow blouse is too cute.
Her work sways between pasting hand drawn
portraits in city streets, to intricate drawings and installations in gallery spaces. She has just completed writing a book for Thames & Hudson, and had her street work bought and archived by the National Gallery of Australia.
"Miso is really taken with the idea of art , and especially street art, as being something which binds us as a community. It functions in a very old fashioned way, in that it becomes a way of telling and sharing stories and images, embedding them within the city. Like folk art, it comes to have a very particular, practical function. It brings us together as makers, viewers and consumers, finding new pieces and exploring the possibilities of our cities. In this sense, a lot of Miso’s work deals with telling stories. it is heavily inspired by the Ukranian folklore she grew up with, alongside sharing stories from Eastern Europe today, as well as from her new home in Melbourne.”
Such a singing voice he had. His mother, who was a blunt woman enough, one of the Cullens herself, daughter of the coppicer on the Humewood estate in Wicklow, got only good from it. She set him on a chair to sing like any woman might, and he threw his small head back and sang some song of the Wicklow districts, as might be, and she saw in her mind a hundred things, of childhood, rivers, woods, and felt herself in those minutes to be a girl again, living, breathing, complete. And wondered in her private mind at the power of mere words, the mere things you rolled round in your mouth, the power of them strung together on the penny string of a song, how they seemed to call up a hundred vanished scenes, gone faces, lost instances of human love.Heading back into the story now.