THE STUDIO OF NICOLE MERKENS

  Well I will be back in my art school hometown of Philadelphia ( or my work will be anyways ) April 11- June 2, 2024 at the The Clay Studio.  This is a fun show where the work has to fit in a 4" square clear box that hangs on the wall. It's a fan favorite and will not let you down. Please come out for the opening April 11 from 5-8pm. I will have one of my porcelain wood fired hearts hanging on the wall for all to see. The Clay Studio 1425 N American Street Philadelphia, PA 19122 215-925-3453 https://www.theclaystudio.org

Well I'm writing to you from the cutest little casita off of Canyon Road in Santa Fe, NM. We took a chance and followed a dream that's been in the works for 30+ years for me. It's time for adventure. I am now a Southwest girl ; make that a southwest cowgirl! Please follow along to see what this life path has in store . I'm super excited and very grateful to be here.  Misspelt from my iPhone Nicole Merkens Art & Design www.nicolemerkens.com 404-667-3162 Insta:  @artgirl253 Facebook:   https://www.facebook.com/nicolemerkensart

I am thrilled to have been accepted into the Savannah Clay Community SIP "A Ceramic Cup Show" again this year.

I am thrilled with this fun glaze experiment. My salads will be so pretty.

  I call my latest body of work, “Star People, the Sky as Witness”. (Consider this as an intergallatic introduction of sorts). The sky has always played a powerful constant in my life and she is always watching as the universe whispers it's desires. I was born on an airbase during Pisces Rising, an Aries Sun and a Scorpio Moon. I come from a family of stargazers with an alien abductee mother, who is called “Starseed" by every psychic she meets and a sailor father who consults the stars with the tide as his first mate. He drove us to Cape Canaveral when I was 11 to see the Challenger lift off. We camped in the backyard for my sweet 16 to party with Halleys Comet. My Art school Final critiques took place during an eclipse and my teachers said they wouldn't expect anything less. My sister and I observed our small existence in the Grand Canyon as we star-bathed under the glorious milk way.  My children and I get up in the middle of the night and stand in the driveway to “ooh a