Claudia Teachman


As the snowy, moisture laden winter melted
And trickled into a soggy spring
Which then delivered itself up
To what seemed like a summer long deluge
And temperatures soared in the political and environmental climes
I found myself questing an equilibrium.

My photography,
Previously limited to work with heartstones,
Now lured me outside
Into the beauty of nature and the joy of whimsy.

Inviting my claywork to come along for the ride,
Abandoning mosquito free indoors
We lost and found hours
Of delight and


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