For more than a year, you lived amongst little piles of wood bits and saw lots of wood purchases on our credit card statement and you never complained once. You supported and encouraged me and ooh-ed and ahh-ed at every new framed piece I brought up from the basement. You gave me time to work and tools to work with. You kept asking “what are you going to do next?” You kept me going. Thank you.
My mom has always been my biggest fan, you guys. I want to be that for my little girl, too. Every time I brought one of these around her she’d say “Joanna, these would sell like hotcakes at a craft fair!” One day she and I will start a crafty business together. Love you a bushel and a peck, Mom.
I grew up watching you support and encourage Mom with her craftiness, from picking up her favorite hard-to-find sewing machine and kitchen mixer models at garage sales to working on building her a little stained glass workspace in the basement. I’m glad Keith encourages me in the same way you encourage her. Love you to the moon, Dad.
My Instagram followers and friends
Thank you for your taps and comments and your opinions and advisement and ideas and support and your lovely, lovely eyeballs witnessing my work. It’s so cool to be able to put things you make out there in a minute for everyone to see and I’ve never felt anything but love from you all. I’m truly grateful.
Thank you for offering a class on woodcut printmaking and for offering classes to inspire people all over the area in all kinds of subject matters. And to the instructor whose name I can’t locate, thanks for peering over my shoulder at my notebook with bright eyes and curiosity - I’ll never forget that.