“Miles from nowhere I guess I'll take my time” Greetings friends, The circle of time has landed us back into the depths of January. The season where the landscape is composed of all shades of white, brown, and grey. I look out my window and the “striking” pop of color I see are the picked-through rich, rusty, merlot red clusters of Staghorn Sumac that the birds have left. Holding on from October, the hue is muddied from weathering the cold, wind, rain and snow all these months. Further in the distance, the soft ridge lines of the Green Mountains...
Journal
Why I stopped making teapots and other musings on why there are pieces I refuse to make to resist being an artist who makes "Instagram worthy" art.
I spent the first few years of this business thinking that success meant having employees and a brick and mortar space. But there is a case for staying not just “small”…but tiny…and alone…that isn’t talked about enough when we talk about and think about small businesses.
It’s that time of year again. I’ve been deep in annual Heart in Hand making and it has been filling me up in all the ways.
The indents have a story of their own. The indents in my pieces represent an active relationship between the consumer and consumed. The essence of being “closer” to that which we are putting in our bodies and voting with our dollar to buy.