I fully expect to skin both knees.
To roll an ankle or miss the last step completely and land on my butt. Hard.
If pride goes before the fall, my wipe-out is inevitable.
Because I couldn’t be more proud.
We just wrapped up Word of Art 3 and it was everything I hoped, planned, and really, really wanted it to be.
Burpee Museum of Natural History was a phenomenal venue for our exhibition and book release reception and working with Dennis Harezlak and Lily Pocs was wonderful. The 56 pieces of printed Word and painted, collaged, ceramic, photographic, framed, dimensional, bright, dark, elaborate, simple, touching, unique Art were displayed beautifully thanks to Kristin Oakley, Debbie Deutsch, Kathy Baker, Kathleen Weber, and Lynda Johnson. The accompanying book was elegantly designed by Jean Oberg. The room allowed enough tables and chairs for all attendees to sit comfortably and view the Author/Artist program with ease. Kathleen Tresemer did a phenomenal job as host and both the Word Judge, John Bradley, and Art Judge, Roni Golan, were in attendance to announce their winning selections. The food provided by Kristin Oakley, Christina Lamphere, and myself, was plentiful, colorful, and delicious. The evening was captured by photographers Caitlin Podemski, Nate Iverson, and Krystle Tyler. Nicole Frazer and the Jefferson High School student volunteers assisted throughout the evening and were superstars come clean-up time. In Print board members, Lisa Roettger, Ted Iverson, and Margie Seger, offered two tables for introductions, information, and sales.
Thank you to everyone who has participated, volunteered, or otherwise supported Word of Art over the past few years. I blogged last week about “being one proud mama“. I birthed an idea for a creative collaboration and it grew. I did not do it alone.
Thank you for being my village.
Word of Art 3 will be my last Word of Art.
It was a stellar event and I am absolutely bursting with pride.
Color me prideful.
I am the blueberry girl of pride. Roll me to the juicer.
The good news? If pride truly does goeth before the fall, I know there will be a handful of wonderful people there to catch me.
Which makes my spirit even more haughty.
Thank you for making me dangerously proud.
You’re the best.