Jenny Mendes

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i know this is random but I just got home after about a 17 hour drive..... too tired to sleep, but too tired to stay awake as well.... what to do?

I totally want this dress!

My display at Jazz Fest....Julie and friend...

A few of my favorite pieces in Cathy's booth at Jazz Fest.

staying in a beautiful and peaceful home for the next few days.  i feel grateful to be surrounded by so much beautiful artwork and kind people...

stopped for the night in Meridian MS, tomorrow New Orleans, Jazz Fest this weekend. we'll set up on Thursday, but today, hopefully a few hours of play in the big easy....

“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”  ―  Chief Seattle

I am feeling a little bit wary, wanting to start cleaning out the garden beds, but thinking in the back of my mind it still might snow!!!!  If I had a thought bubble coming out of my head right now there wouldn't be words, but something like this..... full of hope, bloom, and buds becoming.  Maybe I'll start in a tiny corner tomorrow of the garden closest to the door of my little studio :) 

"Just do your work. And if the world needs your work it will come and get you.  And if it doesn't, do your work anyway. You can have fantasies about having  control over the world, but I know I can barely control my kitchen sink. That is  the grace I'm given. Because when one can control things, one is  limited to one's own vision."  — Kiki Smith Full Article Text here:

Ft. Worth Arts Fest, New aprons for all!!!! Terrie Mangat's website!!

Advice to Myself by  Louise Erdrich Leave the dishes. Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor. Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster. Throw the cracked bowl out and don't patch the cup. Don't patch anything. Don't mend. Buy safety pins. Don't even sew on a button. Let the wind have its way, then the earth that invades as dust and then the dead foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch. Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome. Don't keep all the pieces of the puzzles or the doll's tiny shoes in pairs, don't worry who uses whose toothbrush or if anything matches, at all. Except one word to another. Or a thought. Pursue the authentic—decide first what is authentic, then go after it with all your heart. Your heart, that place you don't even think of cleaning out. That closet stuffed with savage mementos. Don't sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby t

Love came,  and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and  encircled my heart. Everywhere I looked,  I saw one thing. Love's name written on my limbs, on my left palm, on my forehead, on the back of my neck, on my right big toe… Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to love.

Shake the dust from Anis Mojgani on Vimeo .

Right now I'm on happy street, home working for a  brief two days, but later this week I'll be in Ft. Worth at the Main Street Ft. Worth Arts Festival  http://www.mainstreetartsfest.org/ Thursday through Sunday.... if you live nearby, please come by and say hello!!!

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/04/06/magazine/06-pieter-hugo-rwanda-portraits.html?hpw&rref=magazine&_r=0 This is a really powerful story about forgiveness from the NY times Text by Susan Dominus photographs by Pieter Hugo.  Please go to the link to read the full story.  The people who agreed to be photographed are part of a continuing national effort in Rwanda toward reconciliation. http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/04/06/magazine/06-pieter-hugo-rwanda-portraits.html?hpw&rref=magazine&_r=0

the taste of flowers

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.  Derek Walcott

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The Ceramics Department presents an artist talk with Jenny Mendes, a full-time studio artist based from her home studio in Chesterland, Ohio. Mendes travels extensively, both nationally and internationally for residencies, to teach workshops and for craft and design shows. In addition, she has won awards from the Ohio Arts Council and various exhibitions and festivals. Many national publications have featured her work, techniques, and methods - most recently in  American Craft Magazine . Mendes teaches workshops, exhibits widely, and sells work through her booth at prominent art shows and her  Etsy shop . You can keep up with her by reading her blog,  jennymendes.blogspot.com . Website:   http://www.jennymendes.com