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.