When I asked Anjee Mai Emerson if I could write a blog post about her Monsters after finding her facebook page, her response was "Yeah, they would love that. They are hams you know." A wave of relief washed over me. I'll bet I'm not the only one talking to my clay creations and with names like Squimmy, Fivemouth Guy, Fly Swatter and Crawlee C. Wormsworth, the Monsters seem like they would be good company.
Anjee has been working with clay for over 20 years but like most people who do unusual things for a living, her path to Monster spawning was a bit round about. She went to college to pursue a PhD. in Geography but was sidetracked by an afternoon with her niece and nephew. After procuring some polymer clay, her nephew created "The most awesome Monsters she'd ever seen." Claymate Creations was formed not long after. Anjee was surprised and delighted to find she was able to sell her work and teach others to create monsters of their own.
Anjee teaches classes on the weekends at the Center for the Performing Arts in Minneapolis. She also sells her work on Etsy. According to her blog she is also working on a children's book with friend and photographer Haley Stampp.
I'd love for some of these critters to keep me company and at the risk of offending them I have to say, I think they are adorable.
You can see her work and find out her class schedule http://www.anjeemaicreations.com/
Her Facebook page is named Claymate Creations
I love the internet. I know there are all sorts of crazy stuff on it. Stuff I don't want to know about - but overall it is a wealth of information one would never have access to any other way or at least not at the tips of your fingers. If you don't know something, someone else does and they've put it out on the world wide web. The thing I love most about the net is the opportunity to get to know people you never would have otherwise. This is how I met the amazing Sarah Jane Shorter.
I met Sarah Jane through a website called Polymer Clay Central. She also makes cake toppers. We are a very small and exclusive club so I of course had to contact her. We struck up a lively conversation and she gave me some requested advice about seed beads. First of all I love listening to people from England. I've never heard her actually speak but I can hear it in her text. Like when she told me working with wire "drives her round the bend" Fantastic!
Sarah lives in Northampton, UK and is the owner of Feats of Clay. I cannot describe how happy it makes me to look at her toppers. They are humorous, beautiful, cute, meticulously detailed, and simple (and by simple I mean to look at, not to create) all rolled into one. I do not know how she does it.
When her twins were born pre-maturely she decided to stay home and take care of all three of her kids full time.
She started with clay by making Christmas ornaments and moved on to figures. She set up her business in 2007 and it took off immediately. She was surprised by this (however I am not) Sarah does mostly wedding related toppers, sprinkled with other occasions and has even done some work for some British celebrities. Sarah has customers all over the world, including the U.S., Australia and Dubai. You can see all of Sarah Jane's work at http://www.featsofclay.co.uk/
She is a self taught artist picking up tricks and techniques from websites like Polymer Clay Central, Glass Attic and the International Polymer Clay Guild. Her favorite clay is FIMO Classic due to the way it handles and the fantastic colour range (colour spelled the European way)
Sarah Jane says loves what she does so much it doesn't feel like work. The loves shows...Just take a look...
You can contact Sarah Jane at http://www.featsofclay.co.uk/
So I am typically not a big spiritual, zen type of gal. I sometimes wish I were. Might make life a little easier. I do, however, believe in God. I talk to Him everyday. (sometimes inadvertently like when I stub my toe) I think most believers think God lives in our hearts. I think he does too but I also think he's taken up some residence in our hands.
I don't remember the first time this happened to me, but it's happened to me since I was a small child and it happens with some frequency, I will be watching someone do something with their hands and I end up in sort of a trance like state. It relaxes me and I feel warm and fuzzy and...content. It's weird I know. I used to work for a bank and there was a woman there who, if I watched her run her fingers through all the trays of checks, I would nearly fall asleep. During a hair cut today, if it weren't for the uncomfortable sink I would have drifted off while having my hair shampooed, right there in the middle of the salon. Rolling Stones cranked, florescent lights blazing. Why is it when someone else brushes your hair it feels so good but you can't do that to yourself? I think it's because God is in their hands and He did that on purpose so we would keep needing each other.
So, to me anyway, it is logical to think the things we create with our hands have at least some divine sprinklings. Food we make for our family, stories we write, cars we fix to get us to work, walls we repair, and I think we can throw in artwork as a qualifier. So begins my series of posts here on this blog, of artists who create with their hands. They may not necessarily be clay artists but they all create, they all have talent I can only dream about and I am excited to write about them here. More to come.
UPDATE: I found out there is a name for this warm, fuzzy experience. It's called ASMR (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) and there are some bizarre videos on youtube dedicated to it.(I love the internet.) There is a whole community of people who experience it. (I'm not the only weirdo.) It is considered a psuedo science at this point since no one has studied it or been able to prove it exists but those of us with it know it's real.
This whole crazy thing started with sugar. I wanted to be a cake decorator. I wanted to make masterpieces out flour and eggs but it turns out that I hate sticky fingers. I would also equate the staying power of powdered sugar to cock roaches. After a nuclear war there will still be powdered sugar in the crevices of my kitchen. There are also some pretty logical laws in place that prevent people from selling cakes from their home. That is when I moved onto clay. Inedible and blissfully free of any white powdery substances. (doesn't it seem like a lot of dangerous things come in the form of white and powdery?)
But every now and than I get to chance to go back to my roots. I have a cake decorating friend and colleague that was making a cake for Icing Smiles. An organization that makes dream cakes for kids with terminal conditions. She asked me to make some sugar sculptures. The boy is 10 (just like my son) and wanted a War of the Monsters cake.
So I dug out my tools, cutters, colors and -GASP- powdered sugar and got to work. I am rusty. Sugar work is not as forgiving as clay. It dries quickly and cracks easily but I managed to produce a couple of recognizable figures.
Kathy (the cake decorator)who did all of the real work, said she will send me a picture when it is done. She ambitiously made 20 buildings for the monsters to destroy.
Just want to say I am honored to have a small (tiny really) part in this young man's cake and I hope it makes him happy.
Why? Why do I fuss, tinker, putter, figure, ponder and generally drive myself crazy with certain things. Barbie shoes have a market value of about 3 dollars on Etsy. I just bought a boat load of shoes for my mom from Hong Kong. They were a dollar and that included shipping.
My first thousand or so shoes were a fail. I tried making a mold of her foot from clay, a mold from foil, I tried free hand. With repel gel and without. Nada!! But I get stubborn about certain things and by George I was going to get some shoes on those useless and eternally tip toed bipeds.
Finally after lifting up my head off my desk, wiping the tears away and pulling the clay from my hair I got enough of the pieces of my mistakes to fashion them into a wearable (but not quite yet pretty) shoe. It will do. Once I have the formula (hands rubbing, evil cackling) I can do it again...better, stronger, faster.
I'm keeping it under wraps for now as I am contemplating a magazine article on how to make them without scratching your own eyes out.
It's good though, something new. New neurons firing. Something to take me away from my toppers so I can return to them willingly instead of bored and tired. I am even fool-heartedly designing my next pair. When we meet again let's hope I still have all my hair.
My mom gave me a Barbie doll for Christmas. Never mind that I am 42 years old. One is never too old for a new Barbie. I love her as much as my first one I got for Christmas a million years ago.
Ah yes Barbie, the impossible fantasy of ridiculous porportions, unattainable beauty, fantastic wealth and extraordinary accomplishments (if I read Wikipedia right she was an astronaut before Neil Armstrong.)
My retired mom has been buying old naked Barbie's at thrift stores and making THE cutest clothes for them. She knits or crochets them (neither craft I could ever get the hang of) I came over to her house and she suddenly had a whole shelf of fashionably garbed models. Cool.
So I couldn't help thinking how I could use clay to help enrich Barbie's wardrobe. (like she needs more right?) I tried making shoes first. This gave me the idea to use the flexible, bendy clay. The shoes were a fail, but I liked the way the bendy clay felt a lot like the plastic accessories that were made for Barbie, and of course you can make the clay so much cuter. I've made three purses (one of them with a puppy in tow) and two belts so far. I have a little bit of a fever. I had fantasties of being a fashion designer in my
younger years (didn't we all?) and now I get to live a little bit of it and who better to design for than the fantastic, beautiful, impossible Barbie.
I believe that art is magic. From the Mona Lisa to the paintings of half naked chicks on Harleys, I appreciate it all. I think if it speaks to our inner being in some way, it is valuable and is a true contribution to the human spirit. But I am also a Minnesotan, a tired Minnesotan at that. It's cold here and we use up a lot of resources just keeping warm. I wish I was one of those people with boundless energy but I really do need to conserve what little natural spunk I have, so I need my art to be practical. I need it to somehow serve a purpose. I've done a lot of cake toppers. Now that may sound frivolous but it's driven by a client who really wants this to make her big day a little more unique at a price that won't blow the budget. To me that is supremely useful.
I orginally named my blog Lump of Clay. I thought this would let people know it was a blog about polymer clay and a lump of clay can really refer to anything that is created by hand, but I came up with the name on the fly (not practical at all) and just the word "lump" is pretty unappealing. It survived one post. I think the name Practical Magic is more suitable. Even if it shares the name with a weird and slightly disturbing movie. I also think it widens the net a little bit. I can share other people's magic, even if it doesn't include clay. I think that is quite practical.