I’m in rural Vermont right now taking a class with Celie Fago and having a great time with my metal clay buddies. Celie’s studio is very comfortable and she makes her students feel so welcome in her slice of paradise. Pictured above is her teaching studio. To the right is the view from the studio. We’re just a bit early to see the leaves in full autumn blaze, but a few of the trees are starting to change. Nonetheless, it’s a beautiful place to hang out, learn and stretch my creative muscles for a few days.
After signing up for this class, I learned that some of my online metal clay friends were also attending. This was fantastic news! It got even better when I learned that one of my friends had access to a house just 20 minutes from Celie’s place. There are five of us staying together and the house is filled with laughter each evening as we get to know each other better.
We’ve each taken responsibility for feeding the house one night. Angie and Marly served an amazing veggie quiche last night, and on Saturday, Holly shared her homemade minestrone soup. Barb started the trip with a bang by steaming nine live lobsters. Nine lobsters! She lives on Little Cranberry Island in Isleford, Maine, and her husband is a lobsterman. To us this was sheer extravagence, but to Barb, it’s really no big deal. Doesn’t this lobster look like it just threw a punch? Trust me, I got the better of him in the end!
I’ll post more later about the class, the project we’re tackling and the other lovely women in our class. Now, it’s time to go get my hands in the clay.
September 20, 2010
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One week from today I start a 4-day workshop at Celie Fago’s Vermont studio. Between now and then I need to finish a website update, pack and participate in a board meeting in New Jersey for my day job. One thing is for sure—my life is rarely boring!
September 11, 2010
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I stumbled across these photos of a vase I made in early 2007. I had just gotten into polymer clay and was toying with the idea of layering the clay on a glass vase. Of course, I couldn’t start with a small vase. No, I had to commit myself to a 14″ tall piece, and I wanted to make it a gift for my best friend, so it needed to be really good.
I learned so much in the making of this vase, and I applied that knowledge to a series of really cool polymer-covered glass pieces. My friend still displays the vase proudly in her living room. It was created with highly translucent clay, which makes it a beautiful, glowing candle holder. This isn’t the best photo, but you get the idea.
I was always into crafts, but never considered myself an “artist” in my younger years. I think this was the first piece that made me believe there might be an artist hiding deep inside me. It still makes my heart seize up a bit to see these photos and remember how that felt. Do you remember the first time you felt that burst of pride in your artwork? Do you remember the piece? I would love to hear your stories.
September 7, 2010
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