Tré may not have been born with a silver spoon, but she did come into the world clutching a golden paint brush. Certainly, her creative eye was astute from the get go. At age two, after pondering the elaborate wall paper in her parent’s bedroom with a critical eye, Tré decided to make it better. She found her father's pen and drew balloons with long wavy strings directly on the wallpaper. Rather than scolding her, Tré 's mother recognized her daughter's precocious bent and spirited her to the art store where she picked out her own art supplies.
Read moreJanet Wheeler: Dreaming the Circle of Life
Janet Wheeler grew up in Dutchess County, New York, a place once inhabited by native Wappinger peoples before the Anglo-Dutch settled there in the 1600's. Although Janet had no contact with those indigenous peoples, the wildness of the area and perhaps some Native dreams eventually worked their way into her psyche to be expressed in sculptural form. As a kid Janet loved exploring the forest and making art. As an adult, after obtaining her art degree from Stanford, she and her husband moved to Switzerland and then to Ithaca, New York. Home again she again "went wild" exploring the 30 foot waterfalls, pools and lakes in the natural world that called to her.
Read moreOut of Chaos: Rosemary Luckett
Whether an artist's studio is neat as a pin or heaped full of brushes, tools, clay or wood, disorder characterizes the creative process. A chaotic jumble of ideas spill out of the brain and become organized in drawn or painted forms. Tubes of color sort themselves out, then are squeezed onto the palette in a jumble of mixed hues. A teapot spout, in a box of cast-offs, offers itself to the sculptor as the beginning of a bird with a long neck. A dream works its way to the conscious surface, suggesting a vision that emerges in material form from a chunk of clay.
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