My childhood room had a big leafy tree painted in the corner, and a pale blue sky ceiling. Painted by my mother. She is an artist – the roots of my own talent.
The trunk I had to make myself. I trained in art & graphic design in college, took weekly painting classes, learned how to make furniture - and practiced, a lot.
When my kids were little(er), Art meant backyard movie theatre/sew your own pillows/friendship beads birthday parties, life sized cardboard boats for dance recitals, and painting a map of the United States on the pavement of their elementary school.
Those were the first small, sweet, beautiful branches.
In 2014, I started teaching Paint Nights at the Corre Barre studio. Maybe (I hope!) planting small trees for other people, who didn’t know they had the right conditions to make Art grow.
When my kids started school full time, I somehow developed a hobby of digging through people’s trash. I’d find old, discarded things – and I’d try to make them new. Those branches grew too, and the old things are being used again in beautiful ways.
I’ve worked in a corner of my basement, ballet shoes and basketballs kicked aside – and in my backyard barn, bundled in sweaters with sawdust in my eyes. But the tree needs space, and so do I.
A space dedicated to Art, those who make it and those who want to make it.
(Or maybe want to just buy it. :)
I am beyond excited. Come see me soon at 12 Woburn St, Reading.