honestly, i wasn’t sure how much i’d like being at art camp with my husband. turns out i like being here together. i like it a lot. not only do i have somebody to sit with me at all meals plus a roommate i don’t have to worry about short-sheeting my bed or hanging my underwear on the flagpole or anything such as that, it’s great, big, huge, heartwarming fun to see his work, to see him create. he’s taking a pottery class called Turners & Burners: Folk Pottery of Southern Appalachia, and man is he productive. in the first 3 hours of class on day one, he threw 4 pots and a pitcher.
“some aren’t smooth and round,” he says in a (surprisingly) apologetic tone.
“they’re wonky, andy” i tell him. “they’re the ones you would buy or at least gravitate to if somebody else made them.”
“i know,” he laughs.
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while andy was throwing pots, i was in a fiber class. not so much productivity for me on day one, but i did make this key:
and meet susan lenz (the instructor) in person – finally – and see some of her beautiful work up close:
and also meet rena wood, the textile artist-in-residence:
“i think of it like doodling with thread,” she says of this puddling effect:
this piece was done on a vintage tablecloth given to her by a woman who works here. rena dyed it black and started stitching:
and this piece was inspired by the loss of memory she saw in her grandfather. he was losing his memory as she was building hers:
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afterwards, there was a bonfire (complete with wine) then more walking hand-in-hand with andy as we strolled through the town.
you know, when i went to camp with my lifelong best friend, dianna, a few decades ago, my mother didn’t send me the first note or letter, even though i left a stack of self-addressed/stamped envelopes ready and waiting. as we settled into orientation, i get a text message from this same mother, asking me the name of the song that played when the ballerina jewelry box was opened. my goodness how things do change.
but hey, they don’t make me drink milk at this camp, so there.
oh! now thats a wonderful looking start to camp! Repeat after me ” I love to camp I love to camp I love to camp!”
i DO love to camp. this week, anyway.