My Tribe...

Art openings or artist receptions are extremely significant for a visual artist’s career.  They are often a highly anticipated, energy filled event to debut new work and potentially garner sales.  Successful art events are highly publicized, well-attended, and build a positive reputation for both the artist and the gallery.  

My tribe are those who participate in, appreciate, and support the arts.  My clients and collectors are artistically, culturally and passionately connected in the community.  My clients and collectors receive special invitations to my openings.  The wine and cheese reception is open to the public.  I look forward to seeing anyone who is in the Colorado Springs area on the First Friday of September, 2016.  I have a solo show scheduled and YOU are invited.

My Superpower…

Resilience - the capacity to recover from difficulties; toughness.  

I am resilient.  

After my move to the big city, I, unfortunately, sustained injuries as a result of car accidents.  My planned trajectory had experienced a major setback and detour.  I am currently resetting my focus back on my art.  As I heal physically, mentally and emotionally, it shows up in my art.  I am healing the space within.  I am willing and able to help others heal.  I have empathy for those who have had life get in the way of their soul’s desires.  Together we can move into a more loving and thriving place.

 

Finding my Audience…

Finding my Audience…

My art is an extension of me.  It is my gift to the world, yet it feeds my soul.  As an art educator, I provide my students (youth or adult) the opportunity to create.  In our instant access world, we need activities that slow us down.  Creating involves investigation, planning, execution, and (if we choose to) sharing.  Each artist brings their individual history to their artwork, which tells their story.  No two people are alike, so neither is the space within, which is where the art comes from.  Art connects us as individuals on a personal level and connects us to history and humanity.  

As an artist I share my mixed media glass art via periodic solo shows, call for entry shows, invitationals and through monthly shows as a member of a co-op gallery.  I have a website which is my digital portfolio.  I am using the Brand Story Challenge as a kickoff to start my blog.  I also use social media to share new work and postings on my Etsy store.  For my next solo show (September 2016) I will send out email invitations and postcard invitations.  I am always open to new opportunities that will put me and my art out there.  I am confident that continuing to create my art and sharing it publicly, that I will attract like-minded people to join me at my gallery openings and share my work with others.

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.