It’s early in the season, but Bob’s garden is already underway. There are new fish in the koi pond, a big, happy turtle, and lots of new plants. Barbra chewed off her perch in the tree, so Bob made her a new one. Enjoy the slide show.
Everyone needs a Yoda. Jeri Schatz is my beading Yoda. But let me digress. Jeri Schatz arrived in New York City in the 1950’s fresh out of college to embark on a career as a dancer. She found a day job at the Wall Street Journal in the press clipping department and after work would sometimes meet friends at a neighborhood typewriter repair shop in Greenwich Village to discuss art and the social issues of the day. I jokingly tell Jeri she was a Beatnick. “No,” she gently corrects me, “I was a Bohemian.”
Along the way, an injury put Jeri’s dreams of dancing to rest, and she married and had a son. She trained as a goldsmith with some of the best teachers New York City had to offer and created a line of fabulous jewelry. When she came to Philadelphia, she decided to get away from the fire, fumes and chemicals of metal work and took up off loom bead weaving. Since her husband Sig died a few years ago, Jeri has thrown herself into beading with the tenacity of a Jedi in training.
Which brings me back to Yoda. Everyone who is trying to master an art or a craft can use a good Yoda. That means someone who inspires you to make your mediocre work good, and your good work better. I think it is more difficult to give good criticism than it is to take it. That is, if you’re open to it. Jeri gives good criticism, is full of ideas for making designs better, and notices every hanging thread, rough edge and uneven stitch. And she encouraged me to improve my work by making my own findings based on the intended piece instead of buying something as an afterthought.
The day before the final street festival on Broad Street. The workers set up for the grand finale during which La Compagnie Transe Express performed aerial acrobatics against the twilight sky from a huge chandelier suspended from a giant crane 100 feet up in the air.
Pictures from the day of the festival
You could try the trapeze yourself if you dared. I thought it was more fun to be a spectator and watch this intrepid girl instead