Carin Berger has been hard at work on the gorgeous dioramas for the upcoming poetry collection by Jack Prelutsky. Because the dioramas are hard to transport, I hopped on the subway and visited Carin’s studio to see her work-in-progress. Now that I live in the big woods I don’t actually hop on the subway all that often and I had one of those bewildering subway experiences that came close to the time a random @#$%* lady pulled (and I mean grabbed a big handful and yanked) my hair on the F train. This odd older gentleman wheeling a great big rolling suitcase and wearing one of those fuzzy Nordic hats with the ear flaps kept snapping my picture. I started to channel Vienne (for those of you not yet lucky enough have read Black Hole Sun, think La Femme Nikita) but before I could take him out he rushed off the train, ear flaps flapping. Onward!
Carin’s studio was filled with light and daffodils and the dioramas are spectacular, spectacular, spectacular. Here are a few pictures I took with my camera.