Sandra Webberking Originals

Making Aaote

swebberking — Wed, 01 May 2013 10:51:56 +0000

I created Aaote for Aspiring Artists Of The Earth. This was my interpretation of their existing logo. Both fun and challenging, he stands 7’4 inches in height. He protects and welcomes all to his gallery in Dublin, PA. Go visit him and see the many artists exhibiting in the wonderful space!

Dog & Bull

swebberking — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 15:32:28 +0000

What a wonderful celebration we had last saturday at Dog & Bull music and brewhouse! We unveiled the sign they commissioned me to make in metal, depicting their branded logo. The weather was glorious and loads of people poured in all day. Live music, great food and fun..hard to ask for more. Take a peek at the fantastic candid shots that every one sneaked in without me knowing! (special thanks to Bobby and Lisa for all the pictures)

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my furry cohort

swebberking — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 01:29:52 +0000

Sam has seen many seasons come and go since he began his life of leisure under my roof. I hope that the 11 years he has lived with me makes up for his awful first year of life on the street. Each day may bring a little more grey and might slow him down a bit, but never enough to allow the stubborn terrier in him to lay low for too long. He was made extra cute and that is why he still is in this house or even breaths another breath some days! Everything that he does to make me pull my hair out aside, today Sam is in his glory and we are happy on our sunny ride to the greenhouse getting plants for the first show of the 2013 season. (If only I could get as excited to go for a ride as he does.) I talk a good talk, but I do love you, you big jerk…in spite of the unmentionable things you do to my carpet.

welder, baker and bottle tree maker..

swebberking — Wed, 26 Sep 2012 14:02:56 +0000

Glass ‘bottle trees’ According to Wikipedia, orginated in Northern Africa during a period when superstitious people believed that a genii or imp could be captured in a glass bottle. Legend had it that empty glass bottles placed outside the home could “capture” roving (usually evil) spirits at night, and the spirit would be destroyed the next day in the sunshine. African slaves took this practice to Europe and North America.”

Although intrigued by the history behind the bottle tree, I found most of the bottle tree designs to be very stifled. I spent some time and created bottle trees of my own that actually would follow the rhythmic growth patterns of trees.

On Monday I installed several trees in my front garden bed in and among the fall color. I hope you can stop by on Saturday to enjoy the art and flowers!

some call me snow white

swebberking — Wed, 12 Sep 2012 11:45:41 +0000

The day this little bugger climbed into my hand I decided there might be some validity to that nickname. Obviously searching for his hole, I tried to push him closer to the home that I have seen many chipmunks pop in and out of over the past few years. I nudged and nudged but each time he would either jump back into my hand or run up my pant leg. Quite contented in my hand, I sat there and talked to him for about an hour while I pet his sweet little head. He napped as the horribly vicious Mosquitoes bit me! Worth every single bite though..

Feelin HOT HOT HOT!

swebberking — Wed, 25 Jul 2012 13:32:16 +0000

Most of the summer so far, (for obvious reasons), I have found myself humming this tune by one-hit-wonder Buster Poindexter. Although the heat in my shop tends to make me downright angry, my plants are in sauna heaven! While I wilt by noon, they seem to be at their peek. My snake gourds, hyacinth beans and cypress vine are all weaving around my sculpture at rapid pace. I am cutting off trashcan loads each week trying to keep them tame as they slither in and then squeeze around one another like a boa constrictor. I know if I linger too long in the one flower bed I will be sucked in like a scene from a b movie, never to be seen again! The snake gourd is so aggressive, it actually wormed its way up to my office window and attached itself to the screen. I promptly removed it as I swore I heard whisper…“Feed me Seymour.”

So here are a few pictures of the living wall of vines in all their summer glory! Please try to come and see them in person this Saturday, at my Artist studio and open garden tour, so that you can enjoy the art and flowers as much as I do every day.

new garden residents

swebberking — Tue, 26 Jun 2012 14:06:50 +0000

Yesterday, as I busily worked to prune and weed the garden for my show here this Saturday. I discovered a whole crew of new helpers! The praying mantis sack hatched that was ironically attached to “Elvis Angel” the resident protector of the garden.

Elvis was a gift I made my Mom for mothers day about 15 years ago. He was lovingly named Elvis because of his high collar made from a plow blade that flares up behind his head and also because he is just pretty darn cool. He stands over 15 feet high with at least a 6 foot wing span. Last year my Mom gave him back to me to showcase at my studio garden shows. Now he is covered with sweet pea, honeysuckle and morning glories…and hundreds of baby praying mantis. Get busy little buggers you have your work cut out for you!

new ideas are in bloom

swebberking — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 13:53:44 +0000

In the spring the plants push through the surface of the earth making my mind whirl with all the new creations that I must make. This year was particularly inspirational as I created a line of flowers from the many years I have spent in the garden.

The idea of incorporating recycled glass into my metal sculpture has always been very appealing to me. Since I am part magpie, anything shiny seems to drawl me in. Shiny and full of color can almost make my head explode! Each flower I have made seems to take me off on another tangent.

Here are some pictures of the bounty as of yesterday..there will be many more to come as the garden grows!

spring excitement in the air

swebberking — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 16:00:46 +0000

No matter how mild the winter the birds welcome spring with their enthusiastic chirping. I can feel their excitement as they flit around busily building nests. Their expressive calls fill the air. I may not understand bird language, but they are clearly happy yet very serious about tasks at hand. It is their energy that fuels me as I begin to create new pieces for the garden.

The garden has always been my muse, but this year I notice that the birds may be just as much of an inspiration. While working in my shop with my garage doors open the shop becomes an extension of the garden. Plants make their way into my shop and metal makes its way into the garden in a cyclical pattern. Over the years the birds have gotten so used to me walking about that they allow me to get alarmingly close. The robins, the first to enter the bird bath in early March, will land within a few feet from me. They follow me around grabbing at worms while I am preparing the garden for my shows. I have heard that they can live up to 8 or 9 years old and given their comfort level, I believe it. No matter the age, I glance out the doors all day watching them happily content in my garden.

The birds and I hope that you will come enjoy the art and flowers starting April 28^th!

the second time around..

swebberking — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 23:41:11 +0000

Sinatra plays loudly through my speakers, breaking the silence in between the noise of my shop as I work. I have been on a steady Sinatra kick for about 3 years and holding. Sinatra, BB King or the blues of course. Today is no different except for the early and eagerly anticipated spring in the 70 degree air.

I work with my doors wide open, music playing and surrounded by my gardens and all the new growth bursting through the soil. The robins are splashing in my birdbath and the birds are chirping at the top of their lungs. I cannot help but sing Sinatra’s “The Second Time Around” all day as I make these sweet little birds. They are a new commission; a wedding gift for a friend’s father who was recently remarried. They make me laugh and smile all day as I create them. I hope they can feel this in the piece..

Love is lovelier the second time around…and to this I can relate.