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| I have looked better, I just can't remember when. |
My name is Becky Casady. I am an old woman. I live out in the wilds of Iowa where the coyotes howl in the
night. We (me, husband, kid, cats, dogs, pet mice, toads, ducks and fish) live in a log cabin, with two wood burning stoves
for heat. Life is simple, life is good.
I have been sculpting since I was a wisp of a thing. I would collect the finest worm castings as my
medium in my earliest years, moving on into soap carving and then plastilina.
The last couple of years I have been exploring the world of polymer clay, I adore working with
the clay because of it's vivid colors, abilities and it's forgiving nature. I joined the Central Iowa Polymer Clay Guild,
I read the newsgroups and tried to do the chats (I am a very slow typist - it was hard to keep up), bought the books,
I took classes from Maureen Carlson, Katherine Dewey, Sarah Shriver, Diane Keeler, but I never completed one
blessed thing. Lots of failures, given-ups, bits and pieces.
Then one day I created something - a goddess bead of sorts. It just sprung from my hands. It was
a twisted sister to a goddess bead. I could relate to it immediately.
I connect with each bead during its creation, I can feel the innocence, or the tightness of the belly, the
conviction of the bead - I guess I am just a twisted sister.
Life has it's ways of twisting us as we grow. I look around and see other twisted sisters, some of my closest
relatives and friends are twisted sisters - you know who you are!
This website is updated on Fridays with new items for sale. Please come back and
visit my studio again.
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