So much more…

I teach, I coach, I create.  

I work part-time as an elementary art educator.  I have 150 teaching moments a day.  I coach gymnastics a few hours a week.  I help my gymnasts grow in their confidence and their technique.  I make and show my own art.  And, I share it with the world.  (www. lauramccrackenglass .com). 

But, really, as an artist, I am so much more:  I am an explorer.  

I dig deep in myself; I investigate my truths.  My artwork is constructed in layers or through a process that requires familiarity and flow.  Life is full of layers.  Layers of experiences become the steppingstones that form a path in our personal journeys.  My art is my story.  I play with ebb and flow as a metaphor for transition.  In the past, I have explored the concepts of energy and presence.  They re-emerge regularly within my art.  Where will my inner compass take me next?

The Phoenix Move…

Summer 2012, returning from my first work-study scholarship at Penland School of Craft, I was consumed with desire to create.  I, of course, had my fused glass and my elementary teaching to focus on, but I wanted more.  I did a little flame working (torch glassblowing) locally.  The nearest hot shop was in Denver, 70 miles away.  I saved up and signed up for a three hour lesson.  At $200+ a lesson, plus the gas to get there and get home, it was pricey.  So, I started doing craft shows on the weekends as another stream of income.  

Friends would ask me how the show went that weekend and I’d answer by saying I made enough to pay for one lesson and two tanks of gas.  Or, something to that effect.  For seven months, I drove to Denver for a lesson every two or three weeks.  When the school year was coming to a close, I found out that the shop was dealing with some financial challenges and cut back on hours for and eventually let go of their part timers.  I also knew that they had production jobs that needed to be filled and having an extra person around the shop was needed, yet financially they couldn’t afford it.  So, I offered to help.  No one turns away free help.

I drove up to the shop usually three days, and put in 12-15 hours a week.  It was a great solution.  I could learn by being there and they needed the support.  I told the owner, Corey, I would call it an internship on my resume.  So as a shop tech/slave, I did whatever was needed.  I worked on the production line (my favorite), inventoried product, packed product for shipping, cleaned and organized whatever they needed, engaged customers in conversation when Corey was in the shop and it wasn’t convenient to step away and cold worked glass, as needed.

A month into it, I realized that I really enjoyed being there and had the thought…”what would it look like if I lived closer to the hot shop?”  So, I pondered it and looked into teaching jobs near the hot shop.  I was asked to interview, surprisingly, for two different jobs in two different districts, but on the same day.  Before I got back to Colorado Springs, I had two job offers.  

It seemed this move was tailor-made for me.  So, after 17 years teaching elementary art in an awesome town (Manitou Springs), I was moving to the big city.  I needed this for my own growth as an artist.  I, for years, have taught my students and the gymnasts I coached to “go big”, take a risk, put it all out there.  Now, it was my turn.

My Catalyst Moment…

I started making fused glass jewelry Fall 2008.  I sat in on a two hour fusing class, as an observer.  I brought home class notes and my friend, colleague and gallery mate, Deb Brewster, helped me get started.  A stained glass shop was going out of business, and they had a corner with limited fusing glass that was on sale.  I spent $70, and said to myself, “Let’s see where this takes me”.  The high school in our district had a glass fusing kiln, which Deb let me use.  After a couple months, I figured out how to fuse in the clay kiln I had in my elementary classroom.  

 

My fellow teachers, a few students and my family became my first customers.  With a few fusing books as my references, I began doing 6-8 inch pieces.  I purchased molds.  I experimented with painting on glass.  And, I began looking for upper level classes I could afford.  

 

With that time period being the big recession, money was super tight.  Our salaries at school were frozen for four years, yet food, gas, utilities and property taxes were going up.  I already had a roommate and a second job.  The second job used to be so I could afford to make my art.  Now, I had to make my art pay for itself.  I began doing craft shows and home shows to market my wares.

 

During this time, I happened to discover that Penland School of Craft offered K-12 teacher scholarships.  I applied with the hopes that I would fit more than one scholarship criteria and they’d take a risk on me.  Well, I lucked out.  In 2012, I was awarded a work-study scholarship for a 2.5 week class.  My first workshop at Penland was with Beth Lipman.  (bethlipman.com)  

 

Most of the people in our 14 student class were in college or right out of college with years of glass study under their belts.  The first week, our focus was on screen-printing enamels on glass and the second week, we were experimenting with our enamels in the hot shop.  The hot shop is furnace glassblowing with a vat of molten glass and a pipe and traditional tools.  

 

This was a dream come true for me.  I had wanted to do this since I was 10-12 years old.  I remember visiting Corning and watching the glassblowers doing demonstrations.  I would say, “I want to try that!”  And, of course, if you could afford it, you could take a class, back then (and you still can now, of course).  I remember my dad saying, “When you make your own money… You can.”  Thirty plus years later, I got the chance.

 

At some point during the middle of the session, Beth was giving us a “kiln talk”.  We discussed firing schedules, types of kilns, mold making, free form molds, etc.  I voraciously ate it up.  I asked questions and had the most stimulating conversation of firing glass.  Some of my classmates were kind of zoning out, as this was not their cup of tea.  For me, however, it was like everyone else disappeared and this talk was just for me.

 

The following day, I requested a smaller kiln in the corner for my project.  There was a brief discussion about needing to share kilns, and then, Beth asked what I was doing that was different from others.  In sharing, Beth asked “How did you decide on this?”  I explained that I had done the other techniques and I shared some of my portfolio.  This conversation with Beth is my Phoenix rising.  I left Penland realizing that I had so much more knowledge than I gave myself credit for.  That pivotal moment gave me confidence and set me in a new direction as an artist.

Putting myself out there…

I do not consider myself a writer.  In high school or college, I would get “Great idea, but you need to go farther.” as the comment accompanying my B or C grade.  So, after working tirelessly on those creative writing papers, (more than twenty years ago) and not receiving guidance on how to go farther, I gave up.  Sadly, I joined the ranks of those people that say “Oh, I’m not creative.” or “I’m not good at that.” and never tried.  I shied away from an art form I truly admire.

Back to present day.  I have joined a ten day writing challenge.  My musings will be primarily centered on what drives my creative self.  I am entering an uncomfortable place.  I have to dig deep and find courage.

Day One:  My Essence…

Wow! that word is so BIG!  Why do I create?  I have since, probably middle school, been attracted to different media and materials.  I always loved trying something new.  I grew up doing gymnastics and participating in every music group or music opportunity out there.  My mom was a professional flutist and also sang at church.  So, when I diverted from music in 11th grade, to take an art class, she said “Why?  You don’t need the credits.”  I didn’t, but the attraction was in the experience of doing something new.  Gymnastics taught me to push the inner boundaries of fear.  So, unafraid, in my 30s, I took up fused glass.  Glass has my heart. There’s so much to learn about this medium with an ancient history.  And, there’s so much that can be done with it.

Creating art has always been cathartic for me.  I can get lost in my head, sort out problems, pour my emotions into my work.  I have been guiding children as an elementary art educator for 20 years.  I want my students to look at art (any art form, not just visual art) as a way to find who they are, to have confidence in their abilities, to be an expert, as only they have walked their path and can bring their experiences to the world.  My art is my gift to others.  Each piece, whether it is my gallery work, or my fine craft, has my love and light in it. 

Holidays with Heart

On this eve of Valentine's day, I think about how, in my mind, Thanksgiving and Valentine's Day are similar.  I think about all of the people in my life who have supported me in becoming the artist and person I am today.

2015 was a great year for spending time with my family.  I usually travel a couple times a year, usually Christmas and summer to spend time with my immediate family.  In addition to those trips, I also attended a family reunion, two weddings and Grandma's 90th birthday celebration.  It was a wonderfully festive 2015 for my family.

      Blown Glass Heart Ornament on display at The Bridge Gallery, Feb. 2016

      Blown Glass Heart Ornament on display at The Bridge Gallery, Feb. 2016

2016 started with another wedding.  Two weeks into the new year, we flew to Florida for a beach wedding for Liz and Ray.  My heart warms when thinking of their wedding.  The wedding was originally scheduled for a year ago, but unfortunately, major health issues postponed it.  I'm so thankful to be a part of their lives.  

Liz and several other wonderful friends have supported me over the years by attending art shows, hosting home shows, sharing my artwork, helping me create my artwork, etc.  You are all my Valentines!

My gallery mates and others in my art family have a cherished place in my heart.  Those friends who are current and past members of The Bridge Gallery have helped shape me as an artist.  Even though I live in Denver now, I am still a part of The Bridge Gallery.  They are like a second family to me.

The many wonderful people I have in my social circle, because of Manitou Springs is  a mile long.  Manitou Springs is that creative sweet spot.  The people and their passion is contagious.  I'm so proud to say that I taught elementary art there for 17 years.  Happy Valentine's day to all of you!

And, finally, I love my glass family.  My passion for glass has blossomed in the past few years.  I have had wonderful experiences away from home at Penland and Arrowmont, but, my family at C&H Glassworks has my heart.  It is here that I practice.  I have a partner to lean on and learn from.  I am thankful they let me into their inner circle.  Here's to a wonderful 2016, full of abundance and joy.  Happy Valentine's day, everyone!