We are still deep in the beta phase, here at the web atelier of Dawn Aberg. Indeed, if there is a gamma phase, we are probably still in that.
But things being to take shape. I actually write this myself. This is not my daughter in the voice of me. My wonderfully patient daughter and her (affectionate, I hope) mocking of my cluelessness. This is me. Or, rather, it is I. I who woke up in the middle of last night, realizing the page titles we posted weren’t parallel. Then spent far too long wondering how to change adjectives to appropriate nouns, or visa versa. We have settled on nouns. Real ones.
I poke around here, looking under the covers, peering into cabinets. Particulars, like trying to figure out how to keep the space from popping up between paragraphs, for example. More broadly, trying to imagine how to describe myself and my work in this space. A fine balance between the professional and the imagination, writ small and large.
This endeavor is in fact meant to be an atelier. Like one of those wonderful stores in Paris that seem to have nothing but odd try branches for sale, artfully arranged of course. Hyper niche markets, with an edgy élan. An atelier l’aube, a synthesizing space, in which I do what I do, whatever that is that I do. I formulate this as much for me as for my clientele.
So now, to it. Biographical snippets. Orientations. Reflections on how it is I got here. What I do here. And why you want me to do it for you.
Dawn Aberg 