When you make a sculpture you sculpt.
When you make pottery, you throw.
I am getting ready for my 3rd Open Studio Art Sale and Boutique.
Details to come, but right now I am working on some nice little mugs and pots. Tomorrow I will start the silk painted scarves, and I just finished about 40 jewelry items. This year I am also making my own ceramic pendant and earring sets, each unique. I am being joined by several artisans who will be offering their great handmades. I hope you can come. We will have items starting at just $1.50 and Guy will be making his awesome fudge again.
I am feeling so grateful that I am able to do my sale again. It is not being super easy. For one, I have a 5 month old; super cute but very needy. And for two, I have Jonah, or “Destructo”. He likes to “help”. Ugh. And though sitting for a while makes my leg act up, I am just so grateful that I am alive and healthy-ish, and making art again. When you go through a big trial, it’s hard to believe that any “little thing” will ever matter to you again. Then one day you find yourself deeply invested in the cleanliness of your kitchen sink, or reading, or, as in my case, throwing. And I am glad I care. It is nice to be concerned over something that is not huge and traumatic.
It feels so good to feel good.
(I'm having major computer issues, and so I'm am embarrassingly behind on posting, but I have figured out I can write my posts, email them to myself, and paste them in with an app on my phone. Hoping to get caught up soon!)