Hobby Nook

My current project-in-progress takes me right back to Hobby Nook at Camp Takodah when I was maybe nine years old and making a ceramic-tile-and-grout trivet for my mom. I had no concept whatsoever of a to-do list, no sense of having to get anything done by a certain time.

When I was at the waterfront I was at the waterfront. When I was on the badminton court I was on the badminton court. When I was in Hobby Nook I was in Hobby Nook.

Hobby Nook was entirely sensory: chair legs scraping on the wooden floor, fragrant candle wax melting on a hotplate, dust drifting in through wide-open doors and windows leaving an earthy taste on my tongue, woven wicker making a pattern against the backs of my legs, the colors and sheen of half-inch ceramic tiles lighting up my eyes.

When a cabin leader clanged the bell on A Field, I put away my trivet till the next day, with nary a thought about its being 'finished' or not.

Today in Hobby Nook—a few tiles here, a few there, some grout, and then off when the bell rang.

detail, work in progress

detail, work in progress

Home Away

Cabin C will be home sweet home for a happy week starting August 20.

CAMP!!!

I'll have limited access to wifi and little inclination to avail myself of it.

But … painting at camp in my makeshift cobwebby studio space at the ill-lit back of the musty little Grube Library cabin, overlooking Cass Pond through the trees with morning sunlight filtering through, is so in-the-moment that I hate to think of waiting till after camp to post photos.

Can't tell ya whether I'll post or not.

Camp!!!
6x6"; acrylic on gessobord
2015