Showing posts with label ArtFest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ArtFest. Show all posts

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Ringer!

Had a blast playing with PMC for the first time at ArtFest this year! Our instructor, Catherine Witherell, was delightful, I enjoyed her upbeat demeanor and easy to follow directions. She did a great job and did her best to help each of us...the class was sold out so it was a hell of a job getting 'round to answer all of the questions.

I used both the kiln and torch she had available. We also set off the fire alarm in the building. The I Love Lucy moments continue.

Here's one of the rings I made. It's a hollow collaged bead of Sterling Silver...and it's got a little piece of silver inside so I can ring it like a little bell.

I love it!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Bee Happy

There has been a mass cleanse of epic proportions. I've been crying at the drop of a hat for over a week.

I'm not usually prone to episodes of crying like this....sure, when I've got the power hour of PMS onset....sure, who isn't with all of that wonder-woman-I'm-gonna-bleed-for-5-days-and-not-die-strength? You HAVE to cry because we live in a world where we aren't allowed to just go out and use the power to make massive change happen...the energy has to go somewhere.

But what my bad self has been doing the last 8 days has been disturbing. And worse, has interrupted the course of my usual snarky, get-it-done, whimsicle fuckery.

I haven't been able to talk to people, I've been overwhelmed by technology and I've gotten a little dehydrated. I've made that little scene in Alice in Wonderland look like a kiddie pool.

On the upside... I've been creating...and coming up with ideas. Thank Gawd for Bee Shay and her new book "Collage Lab".

AmAzing book! Worth every penny...think of it like the Joy of Cooking for collage...lot's of delicious recipes and ideas for you to springboard into your own creations.

Plus, it got me arting through the tears.

Monday, March 29, 2010

ArtFest deflated

Ah Geez. It's amazing how much three days of doing nothing but art and hanging out with artists and talking about art can reignite my passion.

The past 36 hours have been tough... I'm going through withdrawals like a heroin addict. I'm cranky and irritated, I think I might be sweating and soon the shakes will start.

WTF?

I think last year was just happily overwhelmed... now I'm all firey and pissed off.

You've been warned.