Art Portfolio & Shop
Hi, I’m Zora Neuhold-Huber, lifelong artist who’s worked in just about every medium imaginable. Glass, wood, metal, clay, paint, photography, paper and cast-off materials.
I’m a treasure hunter who’s just trying to express the subtle, unusual beauty that I find in life’s “ordinary” moments. Those things we become blind to because they’re so prevalent. I love to shine a light on that and maybe prompt others to see their lives with fresh eyes and inspiration too.
Thanks for stopping by my Portfolio & Shop. May you find things that interest or inspire you here, and whether you’re family, friend or someone I’ve never met before, I’d love to hear from you.
Art of the Month
What’s my job in this life? What am I here for? Are you asking yourself that a lot as well lately? The world is clearly troubled and I just want to find a way to help make things better.
Somehow it’s all coming to a head for me. Feeling helpless to do anything about the big scary problems (environmental, cultural, political). More and more I’m feeling like my best option is to just try to love people a little more, starting with myself.
And also that guy at the car wash who’s bumper I stupidly bumped (no injuries). He stayed so calm and just kept saying “it’s only a car”, though I could see it was quite a new one, and his bumper was like butter so this light thump left a healthy dent :( People who manage to treat each other with respect these days are my hero’s. It’s easy to love them for that but still, letting myself feel the appreciation for noble human behavior.
And then I’ve been spending a lot time in my new art studio. We converted our garage (yet again) into my art space and I am loving it! Though it turns out my first task in it was to do a bunch of crying—about the problems in the world as well as my health struggles. I’ve been letting the feelings come up and the tears just roll. Somehow I’m landing in a place inside me that feels like giving up. And that’s not a bad thing. It just feels like presence and an accepting of it ALL. It feels like a relief. It’s gotten strangely quiet inside me and I just sit there. Waiting. Zoning out a bit, until some subtle feeling rises up and I’m not even sure if it’s my imagination, but it kind of pushes me towards tinkering with my materials. I’m not saying masterpieces are happening, but I am touched by what’s been showing up. I’m here for it! It’s what I can do right now. My god I hope it helps somehow.
Photo Above: “Breast Plates”, blown glass reflection on the privilege and the struggle of being in a human body.
~Zora
