Sandra Spagone (Ness)
I am in
love with nature. Its color fills me. I love color. I
love treasures from the beach. I love the spaces between
tree branches. My home is filled with rocks and sea glass, coral
and pinecones, seed pods in every nook and on every sill. They
are my sacred gifts from nature.
I am a painter. I press found objects to include in the surface of the
paint. My favorite is Queen
Anne's Lace. I have pulled over on the side of the road to
collect the fabulous weed a time or two. It looks like nature's
fireworks. I love texture. I love realizing new
colors that work together in harmony.
years I have made everything from quilts, to pottery, to cards
and invitations with handmade papers, to mosaics, to beads from
polymer clay. I tried stained glass for a couple years,
which was very rewarding, but the process was tedious.
fall of 2006 my mother took a weekend workshop on glass bead
making, came home and bought me a torch for Christmas before I
had any idea what beadmaking was about. I had an inkling I would
like it, but I cannot put into words my elation and pure joy
this new found outlet has brought me. I will never stop
painting but I have found a form of creativity that allows
me to create my own little sacred treasures.
always believed in fairies. I love small things; and believing
in a little magic isn't such a bad thing. Making beads is
a fabulous coming together of all things that I have loved in my
lifetime. I feel like I have found my home. It is
I'm over at Animal
– I’m Nancy Ness… aka “Queen Bead.” I’d like to say that I’m a professional Cape Cod bead
bum, but I’m actually still an educator.
Retirement is sounding better and better all the time,
though. I need more
time to make beads… and write!
probably hear my daughters, Stacie and Sandy,
surreptitiously attempting to blame me for our family’s
beading obsession. BUT – Let it be known that I hereby
categorically deny any and all responsibility for deterring us
all from our daily responsibilities and finding ourselves
totally lost amid swarm after swarm of focals and bead
my sister’s fault. Shirley
did it! She was
making jewelry – lots and lots of jewelry.
She had so many necklaces and earrings and bracelets
made, I think she could’ve turned her dining room into a full
retail store in its own right.
Anyway, I thought she was a bit loony to spend so much
time “beading.” We
all got jewelry for birthday and Christmas gifts, and I have to
say her work was beautiful.
But I had poetry to write in my spare time.
Shirl started going to bead shows.
She came home from one all excited about lampworking.
“You’ll love this lampworking stuff,” said she…
She had seen several artisans at a show, and spoken to Bobbie
Jenkins about taking a class in her studio – which happened to
be a mere mile away from my home... as the bee flies, anyway.
went to spend two days with Bobbie at Bobbies
We had a grand time, and we agreed then and there that
this was a world made for our artistic family.
Shirley and I bought some starter supplies (including the
dreaded yellow MAPP gas canisters for fuel).
We spent one day (more like the first hour) working with
those tanks and decided they weren’t sufficient for our needs.
It’s a good thing it was almost Christmas.
I had a good excuse to ravage the ranks of eBay and
purchase everything I could to set up a real studio with two
minor torches and a plethora of Moretti rods that would make us
into duly obsessed busy little beaders…J
about that retirement…