This is one of the silver pieces that I did after Catherine Ondrey came to the studio and gave me a mini class. I haven’t decided if I’m going to sell these through my site. I think maybe only wholesale to galleries and shops and then also, in my own shows. Maybe I’ll throw one up every once in a while.I do pretty much have everything I need now though.
Shall we continue the studio tour today? Last was my college studio space. After college when I stayed on as a ‘townie’ I worked in a weaving studio, the Textillery. I wouldn’t call it a studio space for myself but it sure did feed my artistic process side (I didn’t design, I just wove). This was in 1990. I just now went and read their web site and see that they have 26 looms now. Holy smokes. When I was there I think they had 6. I often use what I knew of their story as my inspiration for my own growing business. Somehow in my mind it is a bit different than their history link relates it but still the same idea.
I remember hearing that Judith, the designer, started out selling placemats and other wovens in Brown County, IN and on the side of the road. By the time I worked for them they had 6 looms, a nice space and had accounts with Bloomingdales and the like. I was pretty impressed. That was the first place that I’ve ever heard books on tape. We would listen to about a half hour to hour a day in the afternoon. One of them I remember was Oliver Twist. Now, I know when I had to read that in high school I was bored out of my mind. Books on tape changed that. I couldn’t wait from day to day to get to the next tape.
While I never set out to be Judith Rose or have an art business, 15 years later they are part of my inspiration. If they could build a business that big from starting out selling placemats, why couldn’t I? It always makes me think that you have to start somewhere. Those thoughts have been with me often in the past year and I’m sure they’ll stay with me. It was probably the lowest paying job I ever had but look at what it turned out to be for me 15 years later. You just never know, do you?
Sick kids mean being confined to the house which actually translated to more rest for me. I can’t believe how much I slept this weekend! The kids are doing much better better but I still didn’t want to take them out around others so we stayed home. So anyway, I’m itching to get back into the studio tomorrow….but what weekend am I ever NOT itching for Monday to come for that reason?
There are so many avenues to pursue that I’m not sure where to begin. I guess I need to pick one and focus on it. That is, after I update my print ads, fill my orders, do my other bookkeeping, etc. Yikes. I’m stressing myself out again. I have to stop this crashing email problem because it really sets me back. Wait, I know what it is!! I haven’t had Starbucks all weekend. That explains everything. I’m not kidding when I say I have a problem.
But, back to the studio history. The studio in my dad’s basement had to be closed down when they decided to refinish the basement for their own. It was fun while it lasted. The next ‘set-up’ I had was basically just my own bedroom where I would work with art supplies mostly that my step-dad bought for me. Acrylics, pastels, etc. I never was really good at any of that but it didn’t keep me from trying. During my high school days art wasn’t as present because I was more busy running around with friends.
I did have one of the coolest high school art teachers that I thought was a bit wacky at the time. Man o man was she a trip. At the time, a cool high-schooler wouldn’t admit that but looking back I think she was probably one of the most interesting teachers I had. Mrs. Stelton. I remember her writing a petition on a napkin one day at lunch to end the madness called “Pringles”. I guess she was in an outrage that potatoes were being processed and sold in that form. Yes, I went to a very interesting private school.