There were lampwork beads - one woman is experimenting with some of the odd seperation-happy moretti ivories, the way they "settle" into delicate strata, arcs and spirals like the inside of a rib, textured with green and blue, not the brown/yellow I remember from human dissections. Dragon bones, maybe. We had fun talking shop. :) Unfortunately, I can't now figure out who this was.
There was an oil painter, Cindy Pluciennik, who broke everything into square planes - the lines of shoulders and hands and bottles on a table, but painted light curling as soft as thistledown across them. And Stephen Michael Levinson was displaying a million pictures of very small things in snow - dead grass, sticks, bird prints - with a clarity rivaled only by Japanese calligraphy. Melissa Rocklin had very precise hammered silver jewelry (more shop talk!), coiled into squarish spirals like aztec writing.
Doreen Conners was knitting (!) 24-gauge copper wire, which I found fascinating. I'm used to working with metal - blacksmithing, machine shop, casting, "knitting" chainmail (which does not use needles or in any way resemble normal knitting) - but I have never seen any metalwork I would desribe as "etheriel" before. It looked like she was making raiment for ghosts, shining airy sleeved things with long tapered edges.
I ran into (surprise, surprise -- no wait, I wasn't surprised at all)
Mural Pictures: