One of the most nerve-racking experiences of creating art is shipping; wondering if the piece will still be what it is supposed to be when it finds its home.
Mike builds the crates carefully around the pieces.
Labels are painted and posted for caution and direction. And still we hold our breath. The crates are shifted from one truck to another as they cross the country, forklifts and lift-gates jostling the pieces to fit the space allowed.
Days pass, and finally. . . we get word that our artwork is safely delivered. Each time Mike swears he won’t do another large piece-the tension is too unbearable. But he does. And the work is challenging and invigorating. The excitement and satisfaction are motivating.
We’ve shipped several large copper chandeliers as far away as Michigan and Texas:
We painstakingly shipped a large copper service desk all the way to New Jersey:
Several mirrors have been carefully crated and shipped to different parts of the country, and most recently; a copper range hood and stained glass window went all the way to Kansas.
The suspense almost killed me, but the word is “all’s well!”, and we’re just waiting for final photos of the pieces installed.
If it were possible to keep our work local, and the delivery down to a few miles- life would be so much easier, but that isn’t practical, so we brace ourselves for the possibility that another order will come from across the country, and we’ll hammer and saw, lift and groan, and carefully crate the work, painstakingly label it, and pray with each waking breath that the drivers are alert, the forklifts are agile, and the pieces arrive in one piece. Then we’ll sigh with relief when we get confirmation, and keep on truckin’.






