Jacquline Hurlbert
I grew up on the plains of Nebraska, a stark yet beautiful landscape that provided fertile ground for my imagination. Always interested in art, particularly the three-dimensional variety, I enrolled at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln, where I earned my bachelor's degree in art with honors.
It was in college that I first discovered the power of clay. Starting with a kick wheel and a small ball of clay, I became obsessed with the hypnotic spinning process of throwing. Functional forms emerged from the mud, and I was thrilled.
After college, I began my sojourn west. My first stop was Vail, Colorado, where I worked as a ceramics instructor at Colorado Mountain College. But the West Coast beckoned. Eventually, I ended up in California, where I returned to college, earning my master's degree from California State University at Northridge.
In 1993, I moved to the Pacific Northwest, where I continue to work with figurative sculpture and my new passion, painting!
Hearts
I'm looking for my heart. I keep losing track of it. I'll be going about my day and all of a sudden I realize it's gone! I look under the bed, in the fridge, around the studio, but no… it's not there.
So I ask myself, "When did I last feel it?" and retrace my steps, you know, like when you lose your keys or something. I last remember feeling it on Friday when I told my 7-year-old niece she was the most precious little girl in the world. Yes I definitely had it then, so where has it gone? Oh yes, now I remember, I left it by the phone after my angry conversation with my friend. Or was it when I didn't smile at the checker who was so kind and friendly? Come to think of it, I haven't seen it for several days now and I'm starting to miss it. I miss its compassion, warmth, generosity, kindness and love. I just hate it when I misplace something so valuable, a one-of-a-kind!
I hear the phone ring. It's my parents on the line. "I love you," I say. I hear a faint beating sound in my chest and it's getting stronger.
I grew up on the plains of Nebraska, a stark yet beautiful landscape that provided fertile ground for my imagination. Always interested in art, particularly the three-dimensional variety, I enrolled at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln, where I earned my bachelor's degree in art with honors.
It was in college that I first discovered the power of clay. Starting with a kick wheel and a small ball of clay, I became obsessed with the hypnotic spinning process of throwing. Functional forms emerged from the mud, and I was thrilled.
After college, I began my sojourn west. My first stop was Vail, Colorado, where I worked as a ceramics instructor at Colorado Mountain College. But the West Coast beckoned. Eventually, I ended up in California, where I returned to college, earning my master's degree from California State University at Northridge.
In 1993, I moved to the Pacific Northwest, where I continue to work with figurative sculpture and my new passion, painting!
Hearts
I'm looking for my heart. I keep losing track of it. I'll be going about my day and all of a sudden I realize it's gone! I look under the bed, in the fridge, around the studio, but no… it's not there.
So I ask myself, "When did I last feel it?" and retrace my steps, you know, like when you lose your keys or something. I last remember feeling it on Friday when I told my 7-year-old niece she was the most precious little girl in the world. Yes I definitely had it then, so where has it gone? Oh yes, now I remember, I left it by the phone after my angry conversation with my friend. Or was it when I didn't smile at the checker who was so kind and friendly? Come to think of it, I haven't seen it for several days now and I'm starting to miss it. I miss its compassion, warmth, generosity, kindness and love. I just hate it when I misplace something so valuable, a one-of-a-kind!
I hear the phone ring. It's my parents on the line. "I love you," I say. I hear a faint beating sound in my chest and it's getting stronger.
