After the weekend workshop with Claire Maunsell, several of us who had never been to Boston, took some extra time to soak up the sights. We happened upon GennaRose Nethercott, a lovely young poet, performer, and folklorist who had set up her table and manual typewriter on a street corner and hung out her poetry shingle.
We pooled our money (Helen Malchow was the instigator) and gave GennaRose a few details about our art. She quickly composed this lovely poem. Her words speak to the bonds that are often formed at workshops and conferences. We were verklempt.
Polymer: an ode
We are built of you,
O building block of our universe
of eager hands which reach for you,
twist you into beautiful shapes.
The clay brought us to each other.
A love for the curvature of beauty.
For a firmness we can control.
O the color that bounds up
from the jewelry built of you,
not so unlike the wild hues
of our hearts when alit with camaraderie
What is friendship if not
a work of our own art? A sculpted
form we drew together, layered & bright,
in the only way we know how.
by GennaRose Nethercott
What started as a silly prank turned into magic that we wanted to share with you.
Travel is wreaking havoc with the PCDaily schedule so nothing, including a daily post, is assured for a couple of days.