Anita Benhan interprets Alberta Einstein in clay on PolymerClayDaily.com

Was Ohio’s Anita Behnen thinking of me when she designed her new line of mixed-media sculptures? White hair, dots?

Turns out she calls her new imp Alberta Einstein and the story is that learning new math has turned her hair white. (Anita’s creatures all have stories.) It’s not about me at all.

PCD shows you the latest…you won’t find this on Anita’s FB because I’m at my first in-person event since, well you know when. I forgot how energizing and exciting and exhausting these events are. That hasn’t changed.

And hats off to the new people who jumped into this group (organized by Ron Lehocky and his group). It’s brave to jump into a group of buddies who have known each other for years. Hats off to Carla Bull, Priscilla Andrews, Paula Kennedy, and Lynn Abernathy who took the first-time plunge into the Kentucky event. Being creative takes courage, jump into a group in your area.

StudioMojo will be chock full of pictures of cool, crazy, new polymer ideas from Texas to Nebraska from brave artists who ventured vaccinated into the heart of Kentucky to get their groove back. Sign up now to get tomorrow’s edition.

Polymer poetry

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
www.gennarosenethercott.com

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.