Places you might find me:  crawling on the floor, looking for a piece of Mod-Podged paper towel that flew off the end of my scissors; walking around the fence row at my parents' farm, small saw in hand, eyeing interesting pieces of weathered fence posts and gnarled trees; poking through scrap piles, whether in the hubby's garage or the bubby's shop, searching for abandoned treasure; thumbing through books, in the bookstore or in my makeshift studio corner, gleaning ideas. 

Things you might find if you look at my hands or the top of my work table:  traces of paint under my thumbnails, if you can spot my thumbnails or fingernails, given that I'm constantly trimming them so they aren't in my way; receipts from craft stores (because, hey, who doesn't want yet another color of Liquitex paint?); clumsy sketches and funky hand drawn paper stencils for sizing or matching patterns on paintings; scissors; bags of doodads; an almost empty coffee cup, because I'll drink that last bit of sludgy bottom of the cup, no matter how cold it is.

What my brother says you are almost guaranteed to find in the trunk space of any vehicle I drive:  at least one tree branch or piece of dead wood.

When you might find me actually doing art, and not just thinking about it:  between 12:30pm and 3:20pm, Monday through Friday during the school year (unless there are errands to be run and groceries to be gotten, laundry to be washed, or the muse is on strike); between times in the evenings, depending on kids' homework and what time everyone makes it to the supper table; Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoons, if the light is just right and the cats aren't fighting and I'm in the mood to create.

So, realistically, I am a sculptor wannabe. I'm getting there, but I'm not winning any races. That's okay, though. I'm in it for the sheer joy of waddling down the path!

P.S. If you like glass art, then you can find my glass sculptures by searching for AngelinaBeadalina. It's a catchy name, but it's not all I wannabe, so I'm using my whole name nowadays--Angela Greer Garren.

P.P.S. It also seems I need to spend a little time making this more readable! Sorry about the strange symbols in place of apostrophes and the underlining.