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New Wall Flowers for the Works in Clay Show

Hello. Im writing to you surrounded by all of the contents in my kitchen. My kitchen flooded two weeks ago due to a faulty shut off valve under the sink. It has been a nightmare and I feel very displaced. You see the water then flowed into the basement and flooded the basement - My studio is in the basement and all of the water logged furniture was pushed into my work space while they tore down walls and carpeting. This kind of craziness always seems to occur when I have something due or pressing going on. Which brings me to the Works in Clay Show opening tomorrow at Art Center West. I have managed to make 9 wall heads and some necklaces - (which I had going before the flood) and have a couple bigger pieces to sell but by no means am I ready for this show. The Moral of the story is " Always have work going in case life throws a curve ball in your direction".
On that note I want to share a couple of pieces I had fun finishing during this episode in my life.

"He Sent Out Positive Vibes" 10"h x 8"w'x 8"d

"Punks Like Birds too" 8"hx 7"w x 6"d

"Seeing With the Third Eye" 10"h x 5"w x7"d
The Opening is tomorrow night at: 
ART CENTER WEST
1355 Woodstock RD
Roswell, Ga 30075
770-641-3990
Opening May 177-9pm
The show runs May 17- 23 10 am - 5pm

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