Mr. Mann’s Design offers two related services to our clients: fine arts and interior design. Both services focus on the client’s needs in order to create thoughtful and harmonious living spaces.
The Chief Designer, Mr. Craig Mann, is an accomplished painter of fine arts. He has created beautiful and unique paintings for his clients to enhance their interiors. The addition of fine art compliments his stunning interior design and stimulates even more conversation and thought. Mr. Mann transcends traditional interior design by adding unique paintings commissioned just for his clients.
His fine art portfolio is also available for individual purchase or commission without interior design services. Mr. Mann can arrange and set up his paintings for the best visual experience as part of the service.
Mr. Mann’s approaches interior design with a similar and complementary philosophy to fine arts. His many clients throughout the U.S. have lauded him with creating bespoke living spaces specific to their needs. Listening to his client’s preferences and needs, he can design in the mid-century modern, or traditional, or transitional, or modern styles, or a combination of all.
Education was valued in my family, and seeking higher knowledge was an expectation.
Interestingly, what I have discovered in mid-life after all the degrees and titles, is that education is much more than formal schooling.
Have you ever gone away from a conversation with a person obviously of high intellect and degree and found yourself saying ‘boy, they have a lot to learn’? Or ‘they sure can talk, but they have no clue’?
That’s because a formal education, despite being a necessary expectation, doesn’t complete the learning process necessary to have a fulfilling life and a successful career.
If there's one thing good about 2020, the events of the year allowed us to grow outside our comfort zone. For me, I uncovered this poem I wrote about 17 years ago that surprisingly was very appropriate for the year. With some minor changes, here is my Ode to 2020.
2020(1)
The wet worry of winter
Washed over me
Like a tsunami after an 8.O
No job, no love, no life
How many more stresses to go?
Then
As I sat in resolution
In a most moonless of midnights
Your golden sun rose.
At first a glint, and then a glimmer
The unmistakable fire
Of a long lost landscape
Rekindled my faith and renewed my hope
Like ice on lips
Long parched from fever.
Are you an angel?
Or are you an omen?
The dawn of a new day?
Or merely the eye of a storm?
This but I know...
Because of you
Sweet songs of summer
Sing in me once more.
