What a trip for me to leave the solitude of my studio at the end of the road near the top of a mountain for a week of sharing tools and inspiration with people of all ages! Jackson is a magical place nestled in the well-muscled arms of Momma Nature on steroids. The National Museum of Wildlife Art is a grand stone castle-like animal art dream world. My days began with early morning mountain bike rides up Cache Creek near my dear friend Leslie’s house (she hosted Zaydee and I for the week). The museum hosted a special event artist’s talk with an impressive turn out and so much fun!!!
The best part of my work at the museum was connecting with, inspiring and empowering people. I love to see a light go on when people handle a power tool for the first time! Hard to pick a favorite moment but one of my many enduring memories was with a matronly southern belle decked out in broad brimmed hat and bling who had never had a power tool in her hand but took after it with all the gumption of a baseball pro hitting a home run. I didn’t think she was going to leave a significant chunk of wood uncarved – she kept at it with gusto.
What a fine fun opportunity and a grand week spent in the shadow of the Tetons.
