New Cards
Today I'm excited to launch 2 new cards! The inspiration for "cat loaf" came from close to home. As for the bison, well, who doesn't like clean sheets?
Building The Dream -- Women Business Owners Share Their Stories
Although I have always made things, I didn't begin to see myself as an artist until I was offered my first solo show at Oak Hollow Gallery and Frames -- owned at the time by founder Jackie Prout. It was a turning point in my life -- to see my work on the walls and people I didn't know appreciating what I'd made and even paying money to take my pieces home. Josey Fast took over the gallery in 2011 when Jackie retired. Josey has continued to make Oak Hollow a leader in the Yakima arts community. -- Sara ...
I am Titanium! (or How I Got Here, part 3)
My work as a photojournalist was pretty physical, which was one thing I loved about it. I carried about 20lbs of gear with me wherever I went. I climbed ladders to get the shot. I lay on the ground. Sometimes I ran, cameras bouncing on my shoulders while I tried to get into position. I was strong and quick. I wore jeans and Keens to work and privately scoffed at the television journalists who had to gingerly step through gravel or mud in their high-heels to get to a story. I might not look great in a pencil skirt, I...
On Skinny Jeans and Bangs (or How I Got Here, part 2)
About the time that I was starting to turn more toward my own art as a way to satisfy my creativity, the maker movement was starting to become more visible. Etsy was taking off and every day I’d check out their front page and read a success story by someone who had “made it.” The design blogs I read started focusing on small businesses – usually one or two people, most of them women – who were turning their creative endeavors into successful, thriving businesses. These were creative people, like me, who had learned the business side of things and...
Born that Way (cue Lady Gaga) -- (or "How I Got Here" pt. 1)
For much of my life I aspired to a career where I could be creative every day while someone else handled the distribution and business side of things. I went to college to become a writer with the idea that I would spend much of my day immersed in the inner workings of my characters and wrestling with language. I grew up loving to read and happiest alone and quiet. I liked to draw; I liked to be outside. I did not like meeting strangers or trying to figure out how to talk to them. I was most comfortable...