My art is like a song, first in the distance, I hear it softly.
The tune catches a place in my heart and I feel it closer.
It goes from a few disconnected notes and keeps swelling.
I hear the song completely.
I see it in my mind.
I hear it in my heart.
It moves me in a dance, the flames of the torch, the softness of the fabric.
I see it, piece by piece, come together in my hands.
I recognize it as the notes I first heard in the distance.
A mixture of mediums is how my art is made.
It could be fibers, gently teased apart to become felt or ceramics fired in my kiln.
It could be precise sewing, either by hand or machine, each stitch evenly spaced.
Often it’s metal, cut and welded, manipulated and shaped by heat.
Sometimes it’s done in quiet meditation in comfort and seclusion.
Sometimes it’s in my welding shop, where it’s hot and gritty and I have to pay close attention because it is dangerous.
No matter which one of the mediums I am using I hear the music and I dance.
From my Blog
After 40 years of business my husband, Tom, decided to retire. That is no "small deal" especially when you own your own business and it is your name on the door and the reputation that you have spent a lifetime building, the security of your employees and all of their families. His focus was on selling the firm to a company that would have the same value [...]
That is a question that I have been asked over and over since my absence here. The answer is "YES!!!!! Most certainly YES!!!" I have continued to make art although it has been a VERY hectic year and we have experienced record cold temperatures and snowfall. I do not like working in a messy studio but this winter I have had to shuttle supplies in [...]