Sticks
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In two weeks, I’ll be in Chicago, at the studio of bead artist NanC Meinhardt, participating in her workshop, “Artsticks. Or, I’m Not an Artist, I Can Only Draw Stick Figures.” Of course, one of the things I needed to do before I went to this workshop was to find a stick.
Finding a stick wasn’t easy, even though I live in the middle of the Adirondacks, surrounded by trees, forests, rivers and lots and lots and lots of sticks. I didn’t seriously embark on a stick search until well into the winter, when pretty much everything was covered by a four foot blanket of snow. And then there was the problem with getting out to actually look for the sticks – snowshoes were a big help, but I just couldn’t find something that I liked. I wanted to find a special stick.
So, the other day, when Tom took a day off from work because I was feeling lousy, he suddenly came into the dining room with a huge grin on his face and announced that HE had found the perfect stick for me! I was a little skeptical – but then he showed it to me:
I seriously didn’t know what to say.
Back around 1999, when I was planning my move to the Adirondacks, my friend Lauren and I went for a weekend visit to see Tom and Rosie. (Rosie was the husky dog that Tom and I found while hiking in Harriman State Park in downstate New York when we first started dating back in 1994.) The first morning that we were there, we woke up, had a great breakfast, and then drove over to the campus of Paul Smiths College where Tom was a student at the time. It was March, and St. Regis lake was still frozen, so we went for a walk across the lake. (Lauren was a little freaked out about the idea of walking across a lake, but she came with us anyway!) When we got to the other side, we sat on a picnic table, smoked some of those exotic clove cigarettes that we were into at the time (ssshhhyeah, can you picture that?!), and Lauren took pictures of me and Tom and Rosie. Then we all started scavenging along the lake shore, looking for sticks and rocks.
Tom found this stick, which had been tossed around in the water until it was worn smooth in most parts. The bark was completely gone when we found it. We thought that one end looked like a snakehead:
And Tom thought that he might try to carve the other end into a pipe for his smoking tobacco:
But, neither of things happened, as Tom graduated, I moved up from New Jersey and went back to school to finish my own bachelor’s degree, and then we got busy with the other things: finding a place to live, finding jobs, moving, getting married, buying a house, having a baby, etc.
When we bought our house in Jay back in 2003, we decided to turn the stone mantle over the fireplace into a sort of altar, and we decorated it with gourd baskets, significant mementos (like the alabaster owl I got from my grandmother’s house when she passed away), skins from rabbits and birds that Tom has brought home from hunting trips, and symbols of our new life together like this stick. We carried that stick with us wherever we went, and it finally wound up on the mantle as part of our little offering to the nature goddesses and gods.
So you can imagine why I was speechless when he suggested that I take this stick and bead around it for NanC’s workshop. I know it sounds crazy, but we’ve had that stick since we decided to make a life together. And now, he wants me to take it with me to what will probably be one of the defining moments of my entire artistic career. (No pressure, right?)
Later next week when I start packing up a box of supplies (and my stick) for the workshop, you better believe that I am going to wrap that stick as if my life depended on it. I’m already thinking about how many layers of bubble wrap I’m going to need to keep it safe on its journey from Jay to Chicago. Imagine – that little stick from St. Regis lake in Paul Smiths, New York is going to Chicago with me! It just makes me feel like I truly live in the most beautiful place on Earth…


























