Introducing Glorie B

Okay, it’s been a while since I last posted. Actually, I have not posted since my travels began four months ago. So, I’ve been contemplating just how to jump back into the blog-o-sphere. I could detail my journey from the start, but this is a blog, not a book. So, I’ve decided to introduce my van home, Glorie B, by showing her off at a few of the places we have visited along the way...

Glorie B thought it was funny when I was blown back from a hike at White Sands National Monument in New Mexico after a sand storm hit. However, the joke was on her. Or should I say in her? A fine mist of white sand showered the stove from her vent every time she hit a bump for a week after.

The Painted Desert National Park in Arizona has exactly what Glorie B loves--open road with artistic flair. The stratified waves of burnt orange, brown and red against a forget-me-not sky really gets her motor going. 

Glorie B likes long rolls along the beach (or in this case, The Colorado River in Page, Arizona). She had heard the Colorado River is green or brown. But was happy to see for herself it's as blue as her beloved ocean.

Las Vegas is nice to look at, but Glorie B doesn't believe me. We hit it's roads during the day when the lights were out and so was the traffic. So, we escaped to Red Rock Canyon where Glorie B had plenty of room to pose for the camera. We will be rolling back to Vegas next week and I'm sure the bright lights will bedazzle her.

On the Road Again

Well, soon anyway. This Bitter Moon has stayed within a stationary phase long enough and I’m just plain bitter about it. It’s time to make plans, set goals, look to the stars for guidance and get my full moon out of here.

My house is going up for sale and, come this summer, I’m packing up my torch and kiln. I’ll turn a van into a workshop/living space and travel the US doing art shows, meeting new people, keeping a video diary, and surrounding myself with my muse--mother nature.

The adventure starts now, however. There is tons to do and much to learn. First thing on the agenda? Paying off all my debt. 3 credit cards down, 4 to go (ouch)! I’m also getting my house ready to put in the market. Which reminds me…

anyone know how to patch a wall?

OOPS!

I've done it now. Had my kiln going and didn't realize half the house was on the same circuit breaker. Yikes! I came home to a few of the lights in my house out and the plug my printer was plugged into, GLOWING.

So now I'm taking showers by candlelight, not using my office at all, printing in my kitchen, blogging in bed, turning my living room into my photo studio, and not even touching my kiln.

But hey! At least what I had in the kiln turned out pretty!

Spreading the love, Internationally!

I've sent a few pieces around the world--England, Finland, Korea, to name a few. It has me thinking. Where are my creations now? What far away destinations have they been to? What kind of interesting people wear them and what culturally diverse functions do they wear them to?

If you know me, you know I'm an international kind of gal. I've been to Togo, Ghana, Korea, Japan, Mexico, and Canada (yes, Canada counts! Especially when you're talking about Victoria Island, just stunning). My travels have inspired much of my art because, well, travel has been my life.

So, it's no surprise that I contemplate where my creations are now. What is surprising is what I will do to get more out there:

From now on, I will ship all of my work to international destinations for the same rate I charge domestic customers . That goes for everything and extends everywhere!

My hope is that you will stop by once in a while and tell me where you wear my jewelry. Maybe even send me a picture. Because, if I can't be there and see the world you live in, I love the fact that my creations can.

Saint Wenceslaus and My New Display

If you're from Omaha, and you like crafts, you know what I'm talking about when I say, Saint Wenceslaus. It sounds heavenly, no? But not just because it is a church, but because every fall it is a mecca of arts and crafts and everything I consider divine.

This year, for the first time, I set up shop at the Saint Wenceslaus fall boutique. I had never done such a large show and was blessed to have friends by my side, including Lattie, who showed off my new beaded necklaces beautifully and thus brought me my biggest sale of the day.

To prepare for such a large show, I finally put together my first formal display. It's complete with new table cloths, platters, hangers, Lattie, her new man, Lonnie, mirror boxes and more.

Saint Winceslaus has taught me so much--both good and bad. Like, don't set up shop near the entrance because no one wants to spend money as soon as they walk in the door. Or, bring a notepad and pencil to take notes on what to, and what not to do next time.

Most importantly, however, it motivated me to take the next step towards bringing my wearable glass art to those who love it. It gives me such joy to actually get to see firsthand a customers face light up when they see that must have piece.

So there you have it. Thanks, Saint Wenceslaus. Now I'm hooked and, with this new display, there is no going back now. See ya next year.

Introducing Lattie

Signs are like road maps to me. I don't mean street signs either. I'm talking about omens, prophecy, extreme cases of chance and intuition. I look for signs like these everywhere. To me, they tell me I'm on the right track, or at least in the ball park.

Take Lattie, for instance. One morning I woke from a dream and in my minds eye I could see Lattie perfectly. I had no idea what a dress form was at the time, didn't even know how to decoupage something or even the term, for that matter. I just knew how Lattie was supposed to look.

That morning I spent hours combing over Ebay--looking at mannequins and dress forms. All seemed too pricy for what I wanted to do. By noon, I gave up and got ready for April to pick me up. We were planning on going to the library so she could study and I could list at Etsy, but I suddenly wanted to take a deture.

I saw a fabric store and a lightbulb literally (okay, just in my minds eye, AGAIN) clicked on above my head. We went in, I ran around the entire building, but there was not one dress form that would work in the building. While walking out, I just happened to glance to the side and saw a going out of business sale. I walked in my my fingers crossed (litterally this time, not just in my mind) and there, lined up in rows like little solder girls were line upon lines of Latties.

Not fate? Not a sign? Not an extreem case of intuition? Okay, well maybe not. But as we left the store with my dress form buckled into the back seat I asked April, "what should we name her." In my mind (yes, AGAIN) I was thinking Lattie, for Latitude, because I knew I was going to cover her in a map. April looked at me, smiled, and said, "How about Lattie?"

I rest my case and am here by introducing you to Lattie. My own personal sign from the stars, maybe. Telling me I'm on the right track to ummm, something. I'll let you know when me or my mind figure it out.

Masquerade Medley

Masquerade Medley is the very first treasury I created for the Etsy Twitter Team. While snooping around team member’s shops, trying to find new additions to this treasury, it dawned on me that looking at the creations of others is a lot like reading a book in that you learn who the artist/author is by what/how they create.

It should not be surprising, I know. After all, art is about expression and connecting the audience to the art with an emotional response. Yet building this treasury was a lesson for me. It’s taught me that knowing oneself is an essential part of the creative process.

I can see now that, in catering to what I felt people in general would want/like, I forgot that my work is more about art than shiny stuff that dangles. I’ve learned that, even when creating functional art as I do, I must be true to myself as an artist and trust that there are others out there who will connect to my work rather than force myself to create to the tune of others.

It’s humbling to be among such great originality and talent. The timeless pieces of 19Moons, the dramatic couture works of the KnittingGuru, and BeadBug’s dazzling “vintage flair,” all remind me that true art is not a masquerade. The real show begins when the masks fall.