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I think I might have a time-space continuum conundrum (it’s a thing. I’m sure) There were early warning signs; standing in front of the empty walk-in closet of our then-new home thinking how much extra space I was going to have (red flag! red flag!)

Similarly, when I look at a calendar with thirty or so empty boxes I see nothing but potential with room to move…and, there’s 30. Sometimes 31! (February, being akin to Daylight Savings Time, doesn’t count and it just screws with your watch) Thirty is a lot. I mean, thirty of anything else is abundance.

30 cupcakes is a party!
30 stitches is a trip to the ER.
The IRS gives you 30 days of grace to get your act together before an audit…ok, bad example.
But, you get it.

If I’m paying attention, once I begin to fill in those boxes of potential, they tend to crowd out all that room to move. Like shoes in that ever-shrinking closet.

When I last left you at The House of Disney Princesses, I was waiting on the green light to begin painting a mural outside the Arizona Baptist Children’s Services’ (ABCS) Phoenix location while preparing for a return trip to South Africa scheduled for the end of September.

Arizona Baptist Children’s Services, Phoenix.

We painted the mural over four weekends, with a couple days in-between, beginning August 17th and finishing up September 9th. Suddenly my mid-August gig ran smack into my September. Those boxes of potential disappeared like extra closet space.

l-r: B.Shook, F.Krevens, I.Flyer, J.Kelsey-Mapel, D.Ridley, J.Baron, T.Gledhill

As we finished up the mural, I began setting up The 3rd Occasional Cup and Mug Sale; knowing I would need to begin social media promotion for the sale while I was in South Africa. This event had been in the works since May, which further illustrates my time-space conundrum. How did everything get all bunched up? I would be jumping into one very tight schedule once we returned with the sale calendared for October 20 and 21 ::sigh::

And so it goes.
A few days ago my sweet husband helped me apply the sacrificial/UV coat to the mural at ABCS. We needed to wait for cooler weather and a free weekend. What a great time we had meeting the community while painting this summer. Thank you ABCS for the opportunity!

Our trip to South Africa was amazing!! We were privileged to partner with Hope Baptist Church again as they reach their community, encourage pastors and churches in neighboring towns and nations, and become more deeply connected to our brothers and sisters in Christ oceans away. Did I mention amazing?!

l-r: R.Brinton, S.Berzelius, R.Littlefield, A. Orlando, C.Applen, G.Swanstrom, S.Blain, S.Hodges, S.Brodie, T.Bailey, B.Zubler, S.Siegel, L.Speranza, D.Watkins, C.Johnson, C.Boren, J.Amiel-Bendheim, J.Forzano, T.Do, M.Farabee, J.Gamble, M.Johnson, M.VanDusen, K.Escobedo, J.Kayser, P.Green, A.Rassmussen, S.Luerhsen, J.Armstrong, T.Budzak, C.Hilton.

The 3rd Occasional Cup and Mug Sale was So. Much. Fun. 38 local ceramic artists participated in our occasional event. This year the sale benefited Pursue Life Adult Ministry, a ministry of ABCS. We collected (at last count) $1,210 in Home Depot and Lowe’s gift cards to help offset the cost of creating adaptive living environments (wheelchair ramps, pull bars, etc) for senior adults of limited financial means that desire to stay in their homes as they age.

As we approach Thanksgiving, I’m preparing a workshop scheduled for December 4th. I can almost feel those boxes being squashed like that over-committed hanger wedged between the grubby jeans and the sweatshirts.

If you’re interested in making a tax deductible donation to Pursue Life Adult Ministry, you can do that here*: https://www.abcs.org/donate/donate-now
*scroll down on the designation box to choose Pursue Life Adult Ministry.

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say something

Failure’s such a creative gift. When the ability to fail is taken away, it fuels a lot of fear.

~Matt Bronleewe, Jars of Clay

 

If you hop into the carpool lane traveling west on U.S. 60, it’ll plop you smack into Central Phoenix. That’s 25 miles of freeway driving without the need to merge into the suicide mission we refer to as traffic around these parts. Glorious!

However, there’s this narrow overpass bounded by guidance pylons just before the transition onto Interstate 10 West (guidance is such a congenial word. it’s a trap!)

Suddenly, you have The Fast and The Furious! Pylons to your right; embellished with vestigial paint and a smattering of headlight plastic within the gore point. On the left, concrete barriers with layers of cursive tire scuffs. If you’re claustrophobic, it’s certainly tight. And, if this isn’t the lane you really wanted to be in…too late. Even if you are in the correct lane, the visual history of panic coupled with speed is a little scary. It’s pretty messy in there.

~ Vin Diesel (source: screenrant.com, Universal Studios)

That overpass reminds me of the process of creating art. It’s pretty messy in there (truth: it parallels so much of life – pick an allegory)

Lately, I’ve read several articles that speak to what the authors believe art really is (Joe Q. Public has been asking that question for a long time – there’s a whole other conversation) Each writer concludes that the process of creating is the art. They state that there is a beauty in the process of creating which then constituted the creation as art.

Um…no. I disagree. These are the muddy waters that wash over the claim that a thing is art simply because I made it (those are participation awards, folks)

Art happens in the communication. There is a certain struggle – as there is in any attempt to communicate our passions. No one invites failures but, they happen. It’s messy. The beauty is on the other end of the struggle; after the panic and pylon slalom, after the white-knuckle turns and skid marks when you’ve traveled oh-so-many miles without compromising your work.

In the end, I just want to communicate well. There’s the art. Glorious!

go see art!

The Evidence of Hope

~an exhibition of ceramic drawings by Beth Shook~

~detail: The Evidence of Hope 13/33

That sparrows continue to sing despite the brokenness of man is a testament to hope.

The Evidence of Hope is a field painting made up of 33 individual compositions; a flock of sparrows on a field of lilies (see what I did there) with a few outlying observers.

June 1-30, 2017

Practical Art
5070 N. Central Ave.
Phoenix, AZ 85012

 



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A few weeks ago I had the privilege to speak to a group of students from the University of the West Indies and Guyana, Martinique about their ‘big picture’ view; a discussion (I use that word figuratively since they spoke mostly French and my Spanglish was of little use) that really had much to do with God’s plan and purpose in their lives. Therein lies the big picture.

We began with a big question (or three).

What are you going to accomplish with your life?

then we broke it down a bit,
What is your five year plan?

A five year plan. Not a bad thing to have. In fact, beneficial…unless. No, until the plan becomes an obstacle to the big picture.

Allow me to introduce you to my friend, Bill.
Bill attended the University of Texas at El Paso when I was an undergraduate student there. He was an intellectual sort, a man of faith with a humble approach to every day. Bill was four or five years older than our motley crew that spent precious hours avoiding whatever we could around the dinner table each evening. He was a graduate student in geology (yes, I got my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from a top ranked mining school)

We always knew when Bill was on our floor (he was dating the RA) as he would announce, ‘man on the floor’ when coming through the door and then whistle a tune with incredible perfection as he walked through the hall (we owe a debt of gratitude to Bill for his chivalrous behavior; saving more than one of us from a ‘most embarrassing moment’ story when a risky dash down the hall from the shower to our room was averted by a show tune whistling through the air)

Bill was never without a book or two and a stack of papers. Always researching. When I enrolled my first semester, Bill was already there. When I graduated four and a half years later, I left him behind. I remember him applying for an extension at one point. Not because he needed more research time, he just didn’t know what he wanted to do when he finished. Bill’s plan was to study. He hadn’t given much thought to anything beyond school. His plan (at the time*) was an obstacle to the big picture. It happens a lot, getting caught up in the study – the process of studying to the neglect of application; the purpose (ceramic people – glaze freaks in particular, might recognize themselves…ahem)

In Martinique, my discussion with the students lent caution about getting caught in the five year plan without ever applying what they’ve learned to the big picture. The third question I posed; What are you doing today that points to the big picture?

To illustrate my point to the students, I showed a drawn study on paper for what would eventually be translated to an image on clay. As the image of the paper study and clay drawing were viewed adjacent to each other, they noted (I hear it often), what I refer to as studies are very finished drawings (on very bad paper) I understand. I see what they see. The drawings could easily be seen as an end in themselves.

~study: Why Do You Make So Much of Me?

Except.

Except, I use these drawings to study form, light and dark, textures, and technique. I practice seeing (really seeing) and record detail (stuff I know I’ll never realize on clay) They are only studies. Not my purpose. Not my big picture. The paper drawings are the means by which I learn line, shape, create texture, layer image and process the glaze surface for clay in order to communicate; tell my story. Really, God’s story through me. The big picture.

*My friend did eventually complete his thesis work, then on to receive his PhD.

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Mark your calendars

2017 Ceramic Studio Tour
February 25-26
10am-5pm

My studio is a host site, #12 on the tour this year.
~with:
Sarah Brodie, Sam Hodges, and Genie Swanstrom

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a hard lesson

A few weeks ago, my youngest son showed me this video. Pretty cool.

That video brought me back to a sweet memory of the same son when he was about 4 years old. One of his favorite activities was to sit on the edge of the garden retaining wall and blow bubbles. On one occasion, after some time blowing, chasing and catching soapy bubbles, he came to me with a request. He wanted to color the bubbles. We discussed the possibility (or impossibility) – him insisting on paint for color and me suggesting food coloring (mom wins)

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I mixed several drops of blue into the container and let loose the bubble maker. The bubbles were beautiful; glistening in the afternoon sun. But, not blue. He begged, ‘do more’. So, I added several drops of red to our blue solution to create a deep violet. Nope. No difference. They were just plain ol’ run of the mill bubbles. Oh the disappointment. My hasty dissertation on film color theory did nothing to reconcile the expectations of this 4 year old with the reality of the outcome (I’m pretty sure someone was ready for a nap about this time ::pick me::)

There are some natural laws that we cannot concede (unless you’re in space, because…well, NASA) You simply can’t color bubbles and then stretch the outer surface to just this side of it’s tensile limit and still see the color. We can’t have everything. That’s a hard lesson for a four year old (and any adult that believes like a four year old)

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~old design

I’ve been working on new forms and surface design since summer. Reclaimed a lot of clay. Wanting to be freer with the surfaces, I went about creating looser forms and playing with line. Just before the end of the semester, I unloaded a glaze with the last of the mugs of the old design, a couple smallish drawn tiles and a test piece with design elements I thought I wanted. Oh the disappointment.

This far into the process, I’ve come to that point where I have to compromise some of what I see in my head (no comments from the peanut gallery) with what I can actually do. And then, some elements that I thought I could carry over from the earlier work just need to be abandon altogether. The lines didn’t fit the surface that was too demanding for the glaze that was too delicate for the lines that didn’t fit the surface that didn’t…(you get it) Talk about expectations not meeting outcomes.

So, I asked myself what I have a passion for and (the ‘and’ is important) if I have the skill to execute that passion.

After living with my test piece for several days, I came to this conclusion: I’m more about the lines than the forms. I just really want a canvas to draw on.

I love to draw. I can do that.


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In a small high school situated at the edge of a little town in New Mexico, I had an art teacher that insisted we learn to hand letter specifically for the purpose of sign painting. (didn’t see that digital age coming, huh?)

I believe her requirement to learn the disciplined art of lettering was her way of demonstrating to the parents of her students that art is a viable career option. (yeah…that’s a whole other story) Hand lettering is an incredibly challenging skill set; a nearly lost art for sure.

Dusty Signs from Hunter Johnson on Vimeo.

There was a time when I progressed to fairly mediocre at lettering. I have a bad habit of dragging my hand. My teacher’s caution rings, “pick up your hand, Beth.” (I was a general source of frustration for her…imagine)

In today’s digitally-reproduced-stick-on-rub-off-pressure-adhesive-anyone-can-do-it-graphics, there’s not much call for the hand lettering process; the discipline of drawing or painting a group of symbols that represent sounds of vocal expression.

The art of lettering is controlled and challenging, focused and intentional…the perfect means to cry out to God.

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Let me take this opportunity to help you fill out your calendar!

Marvelous Mud III
~a preview exhibition of Studio Tour artists~

Night Gallery
Tempe Marketplace
Open now – January 30, 2015
Tuesday-Saturday 6-9pm
Closing Reception, January 30th, 6-9pm

Drawn, Drawing

Bridgewater State University
Bridgewater, MA
January 19-April 6, 2015

~if you’re attending NCECA, make plans to see the show~

14th Annual Self-Guided Ceramic Studio Tour

February 21-22, 2015
10am-5pm each day

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Arizona Artist’s Juried Exhibition

Udinotti Museum of Figurative Art
March 15-August 15, 2015

Birds of a Feather

Tempe Center for the Arts
June 19 – September 19, 2015
Opening reception, June 12, 2015


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