One day I will have internet access in my house and this blog will happen. Until then, here's a picture of the two most important "people" in my life.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
A little something for now
One day I will have internet access in my house and this blog will happen. Until then, here's a picture of the two most important "people" in my life.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Word
Although I know that I'm totally writing this for myself, this being my first post ever, first real blog ever, and me being insignificant to the blog world and all, I guess I have to start somewhere.
I'm planning this blog to be a documentation simply of how I am learning to feed myself. I'm a jewelry and textile artist from Richmond, Virginia, where I graduated from Virginia Commonwealth University with a BFA in Craft/Material Studies. After I graduated, I worked selling jewelry at the mall, repairing oriental rugs, doing private contracting jewelry work for a local artist, and making whatever art I could manage the time for between those 3 other jobs. In April 2008 my now fiance and I flew to Guatemala and lived there for 4 months. I volunteered as a jewelry designer and teacher to various groups of indigenous women in the isolated highlands to make a line of fair-trade jewelry. If anyone wants to read the book on that, I had a blog while I was there.. or ask me. It's more than I can say in this brief history.
So after Hugh and I got back from Guatemala, I was a studio assistant at the Penland School of Crafts, for Amy Tavern and Joanna Gollberg's beginning jewelry class. Again, another book. Those two women are probably the reason I'm here, doing this, writing this, being this.
Now I am living in Choteau, Montana, a tiny 6 block long town in the North Central section of the state, on the steppes of the Rockies. This is the middle of a horrible recession, and Virginia had nothing for us. No apartments, no jobs, no sweet neighbors to help you saw up the tree that fell across your driveway. So here we are, for a multitude of reasons, the best being why not?
This begins week #3 in this foreign land, I have a tentative job at the local flower shop, one day a week for $7 an hour, and a prospective job at the little hotel 3 blocks in the other direction as a desk clerk, 2 days a week, for 8. Recessions suck everywhere. At least being a hotel clerk in this town doesn't involve sitting behind bullet proof glass.
I'm also opening a studio in the laundry room, which is where I really hope to spend my time. I have the bench and most of the tools, I just need a safe place to put my torch, since next to the gas water heater with the ever-threatening pilot light doesn't make me comfortable.
I hope one day someone other than my mom and my cousin reads this, but until then, yes, mom, I'm doing fine, say hello to dad for me.
I'm planning this blog to be a documentation simply of how I am learning to feed myself. I'm a jewelry and textile artist from Richmond, Virginia, where I graduated from Virginia Commonwealth University with a BFA in Craft/Material Studies. After I graduated, I worked selling jewelry at the mall, repairing oriental rugs, doing private contracting jewelry work for a local artist, and making whatever art I could manage the time for between those 3 other jobs. In April 2008 my now fiance and I flew to Guatemala and lived there for 4 months. I volunteered as a jewelry designer and teacher to various groups of indigenous women in the isolated highlands to make a line of fair-trade jewelry. If anyone wants to read the book on that, I had a blog while I was there.. or ask me. It's more than I can say in this brief history.
So after Hugh and I got back from Guatemala, I was a studio assistant at the Penland School of Crafts, for Amy Tavern and Joanna Gollberg's beginning jewelry class. Again, another book. Those two women are probably the reason I'm here, doing this, writing this, being this.
Now I am living in Choteau, Montana, a tiny 6 block long town in the North Central section of the state, on the steppes of the Rockies. This is the middle of a horrible recession, and Virginia had nothing for us. No apartments, no jobs, no sweet neighbors to help you saw up the tree that fell across your driveway. So here we are, for a multitude of reasons, the best being why not?
This begins week #3 in this foreign land, I have a tentative job at the local flower shop, one day a week for $7 an hour, and a prospective job at the little hotel 3 blocks in the other direction as a desk clerk, 2 days a week, for 8. Recessions suck everywhere. At least being a hotel clerk in this town doesn't involve sitting behind bullet proof glass.
I'm also opening a studio in the laundry room, which is where I really hope to spend my time. I have the bench and most of the tools, I just need a safe place to put my torch, since next to the gas water heater with the ever-threatening pilot light doesn't make me comfortable.
I hope one day someone other than my mom and my cousin reads this, but until then, yes, mom, I'm doing fine, say hello to dad for me.
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