Hands of Clay
While working as director of social services of a nursing home in 1982, I was so affected by the death of a resident, I wrote a story about him. "Lost in Thought" was my first published piece. During the 90's, I explored creative writing more fully. In addition to more poignant, personal essays, I also wrote humor and submitted my work for publication as a freelancer. One of my earliest pieces found a home in a publication with a circulation described in Writers Market as "a few close friends". Several years later, one of my essays appeared in Weight Watchers Magazine with a circulation of one million readers. What a rush!
Much more recently, I took a ceramics class through the Cherry Hill Recreation Dept. It was so much fun, when the class was over I bought 25 lbs of clay at a local art supply store. While playing with the clay one day, I created what would become my first Finger Face. I used it to entertain my 8-month old grandson, Ethan, while I fed him lunch. (Note: My shop's banner refers to my grandson's reaction "For Ceramic-Induced Smiles Since 2008".)
The following year, my son found Etsy while web-surfing and encouraged me to open a shop. Six months after I registered the name of my shop with Etsy, I finally found the confidence to offer my crafts for sale.
Early on, my shop's welcome invited visitors to take my "Ten-Second Challenge": If you didn't crack a smile at my ceramic silliness in the first ten seconds, you probably wouldn't need another ten; it was just that kind of place.
Since then, I've embraced my whimsical art. I particularly enjoy creating one-of-a-kind Finger Faces, Personal Avatars, and Door Faces which can be both expressive and silly. Each time I finish one, I stare at it until it tells me his or her name and something about itself. (Please note, I'm taking poetic license, here; I don’t actually “hear” him or her. Not really.)