Not to put negative energy out there because if you know me - you know how often I rave about my lucky, fortunate life - but I guess I need to rant about everyone thinking I'm a child and treating me as such. It happens all the time in my general, everyday life and I just take it and should see it as flattery but when it happens about clay - I just get angry. A woman came into the studio during the stroll and instructed me to "be careful with that mold" when I was working with some moldy paper clay that I got at Penland. I explained that I love moldy clay and it's so much more forgiving and smeary . . .and it hadn't bothered me yet. I could tell that she assumed that I was in my mid-late 20s and had probably been doing clay 5 years and just didn't know what I was doing. I realized that I found clay 22 years ago in a major way at Haywood community College and then continued to get a bfa w/ concentration in ceramics from a WONDERFUL Japanese instructor that always raved about moldy clay. Anyway, it was a minor exchange, it just kind of defines how people perceive me and my work in clay.
Although it was fun and exciting to be a part of an amazing group of artist in the Pink Dog I also found it made me feel very vulnerable having people come through my personal space and pick things up and judge them - different from a table at a show like the big crafty.
Guess this is the beginning of becoming more legit.
Bear with me as I adjust to this new place in my life/career.
