EncaustiCamp was it. That big it. The kind of it that impacts how I live the rest of my life. It was the pivot point. It was the push. It was the magic-maker, the click, the ah ha. In June I spoke of being redirected. EncaustiCamp fulfilled the knowledge of the path.
Trish Baldwin Seggebruch pulled together the most gracious and generous teachers I have met, artists so comfortable with who they were that by sharing their stories, inspirations, personal artwork, and their own techniques, that they gave each of us the gift of liberty to be our true selves. Fear had no place. Instructors extraordinaire: Trish herself, Michelle Belto-Schraub, Judy Wise, Crystal Neubauer, and Bridgette Guerzon Mills.
The bonding experience with the other campers was heartfelt and mutual. I remember attending my first Artfest and being so excited because I had found my tribe, a very large and vast tribe, but a creative tribe. Now I feel I have found my creative family. A beautiful sense of camaraderie, encouragement, and authentic interest was shared.
So where are all the photos, you ask? Well, my pictures stink. And I was very distracted learning and laughing, I really took very few. I invite you all to look at the pool of photos over at flickr for a taste of what I experienced.
Thanks to my amazing friend, Stephanie Greene, the true spirit of EncaustiCamp was captured.
I will also introduce you to some of my new family as the summer progresses. To get a taste, I’ve added many of their blogs to my sidebar. Indulge.