I've updated my home page to incorporate more of what I do. Maybe I should just have stolen an image from Ringling Brothers! I've left out my direct sales ventures which I find addicting ,completely embarrassing, and unbecoming of an artist. But I love my Miche bags and my Jamberry Nails, so what's a color obsessed woman to do? (Not to mention it helps pay the bills and maintains my already healthy sense of self-loathing.) My Miche summer collection is on the FedEx truck as I write. I often say that they should have their own brand of paper bags for me to breathe into.
I am working on a jewelry exhibit, pairing my glass jewelry with Susan Steele Meyer's amazing paintings. We will be at a gallery on the beach the weekend before Mother's Day. Tomorrow, we go to get a feel for the place and work on the display, unless the migraines I have been suffering loom too large.
I continue to tweak a little slide show I put together to document my 10 years in recycled plastic bottles. It's been a fun ride and I am amazed where this project has taken John and I. I'm looking forward to more adventures to come.
I'll attach the slide show of the plastic and a photo of my dad when I gave him his birthday poodle. On the back-burner is a book "Never give a poodle to a sculptor," my proclamation when my mother told me he kept trimming her. He was so funny, when her first trimmed her feet, he told me with gleeful eyes that she had such 'dainty little toes.' In the slide show I mention that he showed me how he cut 2 liter bottles and warmed plastic to make little armatures for manta rays he was making. That sent me on a train of thought that led me to making sculptures out of the bottles themselves. I think of it as part of his legacy to me, a sort of inheritance.