We'll start with a history of reliquaries and remembrance art. I'll have plenty of visuals, including some of my own work. You'll learn about traditional and non-traditional techniques used to create these special memorials. Then I'll help guide you while you create your own sculptural piece(s) or jewelry in memory (or celebration) of a loved one. The last class is on November 2nd, which coincides with the Mexican Dia de los Muertos. We'll have a traditional celebration of our own while we discuss and review each artist's work.
My class takes place on 6 Tuesdays, starting September 28th, from 6-8 pm. Classes will be held at the Petersburg Area Arts League in Virginia.
I have been carrying this thing around for a long time. I wish I could remember exactly where I found it but I've had it since I was a student at RISD (so it's been at least 19 years). I've kept it with my jewelry tools since I graduated. Really, I just like it.
I struggled with the design of this one. The feather is so pretty and roughed up; it has so much history to it. I just wasn't sure where I wanted to go with it but finally decided on this brooch. I wanted to honor the full life I hope this bird had.
I felt like I needed to channel my inner girl scout camper here (since that's when she hid this for me). I always went for arts and crafts or horseback riding sessions at Timber Trails (CT girls, holla!). Yes, it's a little bright. I chose sunny mom colors and classic craft techniques to refer back to the cheeriness of the note.
I will hang this up and look at it every day. And I will try to have a great day, dammit!
a note from Mom (this one I remember. I found it in my duffel bag once I got to girl scout camp)
I recently found this envelope labeled "notes from mom". I've saved quite a few. She used to hide notes in my duffel bag when I went away to camp. She used to leave me notes on the kitchen table before I left for school. She did that a lot when I was in high school; she'd leave me a note with lunch money or a piece of candy or a cute picture of dogs from the paper or just to tell me I didn't have to "creep sit" that night (you know who you are! xo).
Especially now that she's dead, I truly cherish all the little things she used to do. It was (and still is) one of the ways we connected with each other.