From the wilds of rural Indiana come dragons, unicorns, pegasi and fauns; bag ladies and homeless old men and hungry eyed children. Raccoons with hair dryers, cows in rain slickers, and pigs in picture hats all spring from the hands and heart of me, Kathleen Summers. I share a house in Shelby County with my beloved, Marty, my artist daughter and her beloved, my grandson and a multitude of critters. I have loved sculpting ever since my Play-Doh days. I got away from it somewhat during my teens and 20's but rediscovered its joys while working in a porcelain doll shop/teaching studio.. When my mobility became restricted and I was diagnosed with a debilitating neuromuscular disease I sold my kiln and became a polyclay junkie. Now small creatures, most no taller than three inches, fashioned from polymer clay help to satisfy my creative urges, along with hand embroidery, micro- and regular macrame and suncatchers.
Thank you for taking an interest in my work. Joy and happiness always! ~~Kathy
The philosophy I live by is: Make your corner of the world a little better. If we all did this, the overlap would be tremendous and the world would be a bit less cruel. I want to bring joy to people. I want them, even if only for a moment or two, to forget their woes and sorrows. I want to bring them smiles and laughter. I do that by offering a lighter look at our world and ourselves. There are situations and conditions that need a more sober view: homelessness, hunger, intolerance, physical violence and abuse. I address these issues in a kind, thoughtful, often provocative manner. In these cases my goal is to raise our awareness beyond ourselves and our own immediate needs. I want us to look farther and reach further to offer help and healing to those who need it, in whatever way we are able.
I haven't the physical stamina or ability to do as much as I'd like, but I can take a lump of clay and fashion it with love and care into something that will perhaps ease someone's pain, bring a smile to their face and light up their eyes. I can craft a little sculpture that can transport someone to another world, another time, if just for a moment. I can tell a story. In offering this part of me to you I also help myself. This is my therapy. This is how I escape the ho-hum and stress of everyday living. I relish the feeling I get when I create something. It helps me feel accomplished and valuable. Money is nice. Recognition is good. Passing on the love I feel through a little synthetic clump of clay and daub of paint is better.
I wish you all joy and happiness always.