Showing posts with label John C. Campbell Folk School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John C. Campbell Folk School. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

CHANGING SITES


Yes, I am still around, coming out from under the accumulated expected and unexpected avalanche that seems to follow every delightful week away. This time was February 4-11 at the John C. Campbell Folk School in Brasstown, North Carolina. If you’re not familiar with it, I do recommend at least googling it. Away from TV, radio, and even alcohol, deep in the Appalachians, it’s a kind of camp for adults, except that the myriad of crafts offered are no-fooling-around projects. Several years ago when I was there I took a writing course which turned out to be very important for me because the teacher encouraged me to get down to business with “Mrs. Job.” This time I took a class in clay portraits. With three other women in the class, each of whom in some way had more experience than I, and a terrifically competent and patient teacher with an amazing method, the week was more than wonderful. I even managed to turn out something that looks decent to folks who don’t have the other’s products with which to compare it. Right now what I have is a photo. My instructor will fire it for me when it’s ready for firing – slowly, he said, and then ship it to me. See the upload at the beginning of this blog. (I do agree it's a good thing I chose psychology, not art, but it was fun.)

As for the point of this entry: I’m working – and I mean working – on starting a blog at a different source where it will be easier for you to comment. So often I’ve received e-mails from folks who said they would have commented, but it was a hassle to get through the rigmarole. I’ve commented easily on other people’s blogs at this new site. I want that for you. It’s a bit discouraging having no dialogue, just shouting my opinions out into thin air without getting a discussion going. I’m hoping for better on the new location.

Once I complete the confusing process of designing it, I’ll let you know, hoping you’ll not only stay with me but will join a conversation as well.