Maya Brym was my next door studio mate. One day when I was stopping over her place to ask for a cup of artist's sugar, I caught a glimpse of her magnificent floral paintings. Then I had to ask for multiple cups on different days to peak more glimpses of the work over her shoulder. At times one is reminded of a Charley Harper -esque preternatural ability for simplicity and at other times she reveals worlds that live in worlds through a potted plant. And the potential that lives within all those little guys... to one day be free of the pot that they are planted in. Go to this NYFA Fellowship Winner's Website Now!
Maya made this dollar that echo's humanities gaze up to the sky, through the ages.