Some Say Erotic, Others Neurotic – July/Aug 2000

I arrived home early one day, much to the chagrin of my two hormones-from-hell riddled sons and one of their friends. I walked into one of those “caught in the act” moments where the three of them were crammed onto the sofa, faces red, giggles suppressed. More revealing, however, when asked what they’d been doing, was the overly hearty, perfectly in unison “Nothing!”. (The McGuire Sisters would have […]

Symposia News: Camp Brotherhood Symposium – July/Aug 2000

It’s when things are going well that change seems the most strange and disconcerting. That in part is why, when Vic Picou announced that he was stepping down as the leader of the Camp Brotherhood symposium, it seemed like such an insurmountable task to fill his steel-toed boots. Vic has given NWSSA endless hours of volunteer work, donations, spirit and most importantly, vision since 1987. Because of his […]

They All Laughed at Ford and His Lizzie – Jan/Feb 2000

It is my turn to bore all of you with yet another millennium musing. I figure I have just as much overall insight as anyone else – I can be as subjective as the next guy. This won’t be a list. I gave up the list idea after reading Newsweek. In their top 50 people of the last M they included Madonna (the […]

For We Know We Need Each Other So! – Nov/Dec 1999

I work at a job that calls upon some of my design skills. Half of my time is spent doing office managerial type stuff – accounting, etc., and the other half of the time I do the graphics for the corporation. Some of my artist friends think this is quite a coup and actually seem […]

Do, Do, Do, Do… Do, Do, Do, Do,… Jan/Feb 1998

Imagine if you will, ladies and gentlemen, a lovely green meadow nestled in the bosom of a forest of evergreen splendor. Imagine it as the eagle sees it, soaring overhead. Today he looks down to see his meadow filling with bright striped awnings, and tents. Great, he thinks – a regional art festival with lots […]

I Guess I’ll Have to Change My Plans – Nov/Dec 1997

Over the last several years, I have seen a phenomenon which occurs with some people – NOT ALL (don’t write me – I’m sure you’re not one of them) that I call angle grindis grandiosity, or compressor instant talent syndrome. Simply put, for a few (I’m sure no one in our group qualifies), the minute […]

Do You Hear What I Hear? – Sept/Oct 1997

I’ve recently returned from a symposium where I found myself often spewing the verbiage to anyone who’d listen, that one of the reasons I so enjoy attending is because sculpting is such a solitary endeavor. It really isn’t true. No, there aren’t warm bodies nearby, but somehow those little voices keep me company while I’m […]

Lock Your Dreams at Night – July/Aug 1997

Once upon a time a very dusty female in bib-overalls made a wish. She wanted to become a professional artist – not just make art (she already did that), but make it professionally. So one night she went to bed, and sometime during her sleep, she was visited by the Fairy Godmother of Visual Art, […]

We May Be Calling You – May 1997

I’m looking for a job. I got divorced a few years ago after spending many years home screwing up two children. I called quits to wedlock knowing that I had absolutely no marketable skills to speak of and that my kids would now require money for therapy as well as the usual American Adolescent Paraphernalia. […]

Is It an Earthquake or Merely My Spine Being Popped? – Jan/Feb 1997

Reality is not particularly user friendly, yet I still feel the need to do periodic reality checks on most aspects of my life. I’m not sure whether the need to always be “realistic” about everything is a nature or nurture issue, but whichever, it’s always there for me and not necessarily always a swell attribute. […]

Thank Heaven for Creative Girls! – July/Aug 1996

As amazing as it may seem I am no art historian, however, neither is Jesse Helms and that does not stop him from going on and on about art. So, in the big scheme, etc., what’s one more (albeit liberal) self proclaimed art authority one way or the other. Thus having proverbially marked my territory […]

How to Brighten the Rest of Your Year! – May/June 1996

Joy, oh joy. Tra la, tra la. It’s another election year. Nothing holds quite the promise of thrills and excitement as the up coming months and months of watching highly paid adults find new sophisticated ways to call each other a butthead. How can a person possibly feel down when endless political ads and yard […]

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