I still remember the smell of burnt polystyrene stinging my nose and the sight of a perfectly good block of foam turned into a jagged, melted mess because I thought I could just “wing it.” I was convinced that as long as the wire was hot, the cut would be clean, but I quickly learned.

I still remember sitting on my studio floor five years ago, staring at a muddy, lifeless mess of colors that looked more like wet clay than art. I had spent a small fortune on “professional grade” pigments, convinced that expensive tubes were the magic fix for my flat, opaque disasters. I was chasing a ghost,.

I still remember the first time I worked with Polymer Clay Canes – it was like unlocking a treasure trove of creative possibilities. I had heard that they were incredibly difficult to work with, but I was determined to master them. As it turns out, the rumors were completely unfounded, and I’ve been hooked ever.