Last night I got back to work in my studio. I found the letter stamp with lime green handle a few weeks back when I was on a jewelry-making kick. It was next to all of the sculpey tools...for years I've been on the hunt for a stamp just like this one, with letters that roll. I have a few different alphabet stamps and one with rubber letters that you can set yourself...but this is by far my favorite. The size is perfect and the font is simple without looking too 'secretary.' I picked up the watercolor pencils when I was studying abroad in Genova, Italy during graduate school...I used them a bit overseas & have mostly just admired the shiny lacquered barrels until now. I have a habit of buying lots of art supplies, especially stamps and paper (it's a printmaking thing) before I have a project in mind to use them for. Playing around with different media makes my studio process fun and helps spark new ideas. This little mixed media piece was made using watercolor, graphite and metallic acrylic ink on paper. It is now listed in my Etsy shop, right in time for Valentine's Day. On a side note: 'Always' also happens to be the word that caused me to be eliminated from a grade school spelling bee...I was so excited to get an easy word that I quickly recited the spelling without the 'y.'
|Jimmy, Rachael, Mindy & Willis|
December took me from Texas to South Carolina, Kansas and back. Even though I was raised in Ohio, I consider Clemson, South Carolina my home. This past year was full of so many exciting changes and sad goodbyes. This year the Taproom lost too many of our friends: Johnny Dyer, Red Taylor and Bill Willis.
Our good friend Bill passed away the week before Christmas & I traveled home to say goodbye. For five years in Clemson, the people I met through the Sloan Street Taproom became my second family. If 4:00 pm rolled around and Bill Willis hadn't made his appearance yet, Jimmy would put in a call to the Esso Club to run him up our way. I remember the day we took this picture, when Bill walked in early...Jimmy hollered, 'What's the occasion, the Esso Club closed?' They were so happy to see each other, and a rare photograph in which Jimmy actually smiled and wasn't talking when we had our picture taken. Willis lit up every room he entered with his laughter, kindness and, of course, the singing of everyone's favorite love songs. There is a hole in Clemson, and a hole in our hearts.