This week is the last push, the last week of Clay Camp. There are kilns firing daily. Projects being glazed…Kids coming and going, waiting for finished shiny treasures to emerge from the hot kiln. Hectic and exciting and generally very gratifying.
So when Camp ends, I can return my focus to MY work in the studio. In preparation, I went into a frenzy of cleaning and organizing this past weekend. The basement hasnt been so clean since…the HGTV crew was here to film for an episode of "That’s Clever". And that was 3 years ago. (No – my episode HAS NOT aired, and I have no clue…)
The glazing area on the left, and the main work zone in the foreground…
Molds, textures, stamps… tools of the trade.
Saturday was the ceramics studio. Putting things away. Throwing things away. Cleaning things. Sweeping! And no – didnt think to take "before" pictures until it was too late. Whew. A dirty dusty mess, and a great sense of accomplishment. The renewed space makes me anxious and eager to go there – and work!
Sunday: the beads. (See this post on bead madness…)
I am a Virgo. Organized to a fault. I know where everything is. And while I agree with the adage: ‘a cluttered desk is a sign of genius’ – I also like a blank canvas! To me the organizing is a step in the process; reacquainting oneself with your materials, seeing things in new combinations, letting ideas spark and hazy sketches for designs hover in your vision…I tend to work in a cyclical fashion, and there is a great creative spell on the horizon… I will keep you posted!


From the top: emerald, angelite, pyrite, Zambian aquamarine, ambrolite, tiger jasper, citrine, poppy jasper. (Never heard of angelite or ambrolite. Will have to research them in my crystals/gemstones book.)
What is a trip to the East Coast without a stop in the nation’s capital? Cooky had never been to DC – and I was happy to oblige! All the years we lived over the river in Alexandria, DC was a home of sorts. Once a semester I took a mental health day off school to go museum hopping. (I was often planning a field trip, as well.) The Smithsonian, the National Gallery of Art, the Mall… classic tourist destinations; we were determined to fit in as many as possible.
National Museum of the American Indian – amidst the Neoclassical and marble… a stunning organic building evocative of other landscapes…
The totem pole on the ground floor – this face was 6 ft? 8 ft? (Carved and painted cedar, Tlingit peoples, 2004)
Headed back to the Metro – we found a respite from the heat – the gardens at the Arts and Industries Building. This was the original Smithsonian building – late 1800’s. To me it will always be known as the "Castle".
After parking and leaving the mundane world behind, we stroll through green paths, over hill, through trees…
We catch a glimpse through the dappled canopy, hear laughter, music… until we cross the stream and enter the Realm.



hand spun dyed with natural plant dyes;
roving waiting to be spun;
Everywhere you looked gorgeous colors, more delicious than the last… (Cooky fondles the roving… pictured above.) I wish I had the artists and craftspeoples names, addresses, websites to post here. But honestly – there were hundreds, and my brain was melting!
