Tag: Lake Country ArtWalk

I know you’ve all been eagerly waiting for the verdict, and here it is: ArtWalk was fantastic. (If you can’t see a video above this paragraph because you’re getting this as an email, click on the title and it’ll take you to the post in your browser, where it should show the video properly.)

Just to catch you up on what this Lake Country ArtWalk thing is, it’s a giant art festival that has been held in our community on the second weekend in September for the last thirty years. Two days, three school gyms/halls/hallways full of art by close to two hundred local artists, live music, food, performances, visitors by the thousands. Complete sensory overload, inspiration, exhileration.

So this year I finally got to take part, showing my ceramics. And sell my books! Book selling isn’t normally part of this, but this year there was an exception, because the theme was “Art and Story Bound Together“. I mean, that’s me! As I was telling everyone, I write books with potters in them, and make pottery sculptures with books in them. “Telling Stories in Clay and Words”, that’s my new motto.

I sold pieces! A friend who is an ArtWalk veteran told me to bring some small pieces, things that don’t cost the earth so visitors can go home with their very own piece of art without breaking the bank. So I took a whole lot of mugs – well, they’re honest-to-goodness stoneware mugs you can drink your coffee out of, but really, they’re paintings that happen to be on a mug instead of a canvas. And people liked them, and bought them!

Selling things was exciting. But the best part was the reactions I got from the show visitors. Over and over, someone would come around the corner, catch sight of my display, stop, come closer – and get a big smile on their face.

“This is so cute!”, “These are delightful!” “I want to live in that little house!” Several times, someone came back, towing a friend behind them: “You’ve got to see this! Look, isn’t it amazing?”

I can’t tell you how much that meant to me. My art makes people happy. It creates pleasure and delight; it brings joy.

That is what I wanted to achieve with my work. I have a lot of fun making my bookends and fairy houses and gnomes, but it was amazing to see how that joy transmitted itself to the viewers.

One of the things I had the most fun with at the show was introducing the gnomes to the kids that came by. Art shows can be rather overwhelming, and for children, maybe a bit boring.

So a family with young kids would wander by. One of them would catch sight of my booth.

“Oh, look! Look at the fairy house!” And they would zoom in on my table, their eyes lighting up. “It’s got a little bathtub! And look at the tiny mugs!”

I’d let them look for a minute, then I’d say, “Have you met the gnomes?” They’d shake their heads, and I’d point to the gnomes at the front of the long table, right at their eye level.

“Well, here’s Gordon,” I’d say. “His bug went to sleep, so he’s just hanging out. This one is Goldie. She just caught sight of a butterfly! Her bug isn’t so sure about this, I think he’s a bit jealous…”

The kids loved it. Over the course of the two days, the stories of Gordon and Goldie and Garth and Gabby kept growing in the telling. Goldie’s butterfly appeared fairly early – at first I didn’t know what she was looking at, but now it’s obviously a butterfly.

One young visitor wanted to know who lives in the little bookend rooms, and then she decided that it must be the gnomes, because they stood right in front of them. She was right, of course. So that became part of their stories.

Goldie, we thought, must belong to the room with the knitting – she looks like the kind of person who likes to keep busy. And Gordon obviously likes food, so he’d be at home in the tea party room. Garth the Dreamer got the library with all the books, and his sister Gabby, who is telling her bug a story, belongs in the writer’s study.

What, me, having fun? Naaah…

I knew I wouldn’t get any sales out of the kids. But that’s not what it’s about. I wanted the kids to have fun looking at my sculptures, as much fun as I had making them. And not just the kids, either.

For those thirty seconds that you look at one of my pieces, I want you to be drawn in. I want you to feel that you can live in one of the fairy houses, that the little bookend room is your own cozy corner, that Gordon and Goldie are your friends. I want you to come into my little ceramic world and be happy, safe, and warm.

And I saw that reaction on the faces of the ArtWalk visitors that came by my booth, over and over. See what I mean when I say ArtWalk was fantastic?

Life, the Universe, and ArtWalk 2023. I’m already planning for the next show.