Not too long ago, I noticed it was raining on my bench. After a severe creative drought, the muse finally returned. And now, there are sparks flying! Stay tuned, sign up for the email updates if you haven't already. This blog will soon be red hot. What does...
The studio has been stagnant lately. We've been steadily doing repairs and plugging away on cool commissions, but the muse must be sleeping. I know that if the muse didn't nap from time to time, I'd probably be exiled or buried by now. The constant thrill...
The soul of a people is the arts. The art they make. The art they revere. The art they pursue. Art can provide political commentary, as does Picasso's Guernica in 1937, or speak to the human condition, as does the poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning....
The suitcases are evidence that the muse has been fed. A year ago I bought some new suitcases just prior to a family trip to Tuscany. Despite my preference for black in most things of apparel (t-shirts, pants, shoes, gloves, etc.) I chose not to purchase...
During the drive to Quirk Gallery in Richmond, Va., last week, fellow metalsmith Tara F. and I talked about the nuances of the creative life, or, the duties of having been created creative. Quirk Gallery is a fine contemporary craft gallery presenting wonderful work in a...
[caption id="" align="alignright" width="384"] View from the bench at Arrowmont[/caption] It's possible that I will have a normal life span and have already lived half of my life. Decades ago I chose a field of study, and turns out it wasn't quite the right one for me,...