This was my bed at Snow Farm. You had to bring your own linens so I just brought my sleeping bag. Heat came from a plug in heater. On the first night my roommate slept quietly, but on the second night she snored continually and made funny sounds which apparently came from sleep apnea. By one pm I couldnt bear it any longer, dragged my sleeping bag out into the rainy night and slept in my car. After this I will request a single room. But hey, it was an adventure.
Encaustics are painted on boards because the wax gets heavy and cracks if you paint on canvas. Debbie, the teacher, brought stacks of pre-cut boards for those of us who wanted to buy them from her. Her dear son cut them. The paints were provided in the lab fee. This one I ruined by trying to lay on a glaze, but i can scrape areas down and redo.
You scrape away layers of wax with a razor blade and other tools, kitchen tools, dental tools etc. This is incomplete.
Some of the others created lovely, smooth wax surfaces but try as I might mine always came out lumpy and bumpy.
This was a collage with a layer of clear wax over it. I have been doing wax collage for awhile at home so this was no sweat. I brought the collage materials with me.
This too is unfinished. My encaustic pictures all look like my regular paintings to me. I hoped to do something different and sophisticated but oh well. It was so fun to create with others around me. Many talented artists participated and two were there for the second time.
The night of my arrival I had dinner with my friend L who lives near Snow Farm. I brought a quiche to share with her and saw the gorgeous house she built a few years ago. As I entered her house she said, "You are brave." I was touched she acknowledged this. I did feel brave somehow. All day thursday I was anxious and nervous as I drove to Williamsburg and left this little cocoon where I have been living. I felt brave too to drive the back roads to find L's house. Of course, we are all brave. Brave to do life and change and create and be steady and live.