​​​​​​​....I love your work! Where can I buy it?

I used to bring my work to shows around the country, like a fab blonde vagabond. Cheap motels and expensive vases and getting lost whilst eating Combos and Slim Jims.  Now, I'm in the studio more, as I am listing one vase a day for purchase in my online shoppe. The demand for my work at shows has exceeded my human limitations. I list one vase a day, before 10am, most days.
I'll still be out for a few shows, I love meeting you.  I learn a lot. Upcoming shows are listed here, 
My Etsy store is "on vacation", though I am not!  The incredible one hot minute sell outs of my work are taking a vacation.

My Facebook Page is a hoot. A humdinger of a hoot.

Stalk me on Instagram, I post more mundane things like smoothies and weird stuff from my kunsthaus.


I do not have work for sale in shops or galleries at this time....

The demand for my work far exceeds my abilities to make enough for all.  I am eternally grateful for this.


I do not allow studio visits....

Pre-morning coffee I bite. Granted, you'd be getting bit by a sleepy eyed blonde in her kimono robe, but I am not up on my shots and it ain't worth the risk.  I have no attention span, and the nature of my work demands long periods of intense concentration.  Do not disturb. There is much meditation involved, and my workspace is consecrated sacred space for invited guests only. I know you will likely bring me gifts (Shout out to diva that brought me Glenlivet!).  And I bet you'd be awesome and buy something. And I would love to meet you, and for you to meet me.  But... it is embarrassing to be caught crying over the Moth Podcast by the UPS dude, much less a fan of my work.  I have uncomfortable chairs.  Everything's kind of dirty.  I eat sardines, as will you if you dare visit. 

 

I do not accept commissions or custom work at this time.  

 I apologize for my negligence in correspondence. If you have emailed/ messaged/ called / written/ puffed a smoke signal or reached out in any way.... I've heard you..... I thank you.  You love my work and that means the world to me.  The response to my work is extroidinary. I react to the attention like a feral cat at a fancy dinner party....RUN.... HIDE.  That's sensitive me.  You'll have to kind of show up at my studio and put one of those loop things around my neck for a commissioned piece *

*please don't


......How do I contact you? 

I've by in large closed off many avenues of contact.  I can employ someone to respond, and still may, but at the moment that doesn't feel genuine.  I chat regularly through my Facebook page though.  You may send me a love note through my shoppe, but confession...I don't check it as much as I should.  I get swept into the studio first thing in the morning. And then I do check, and there's a lot, and I feel like a dink for neglecting so many nice people.  While I'm at it, sitting in this "confession booth" I would also like to confess that I am full on addicted to those spanakopita swirl things at Market Basket.  Also - John- I didn't want to have a second date - not because I'm busy in the studio - but because you sent back your drink twice and who does that you big baby?


.....Isn't this a terrible business model, having few things for sale, no storefront, not taking commissions, not responding to people...?

It absolutely is. This ain't no business!  It is a miracle that I survive.  This was never supposed to work out, my dream of making art, and I haven't the slightest idea of what I should be doing as an adult.  I'm really just an artist making things that I love, that are loved, and wildly enough - it has indeed started to resemble a business.! For over a decade!   But don't be fooled dear reader.... When it comes down to brass tacks, I'm just a maniac making things late into the evening, with no other intent other than to create objects of light, love, and beauty that will be collecting dust on our sphere long after we croak.


.....Can I have your Great Gramma's buttercream frosting recipe?

​Yes!  Here's the link!  I recommend the Mocha.


​​...I see your work for sale on Ebay for double the price!  What gives? 

That's not me! Some folks have been buying things and flipping them for a profit.  Happens.  If you love that Ebay piece, it speaks to you, but it's a little more expensive than what I'd charge, you should buy it anyway.  Because what if I croaked tomorrow? CHA CHING! You better believe all sorts of vases of mine would turn up on there.  It's kinda weird to see my stuff up on there like that because I'm very much alive and taking my vitamins, but hey... investing in art is a real thing, I'm doing it with artists I believe in.  I don't trust the stockmarket as much as I trust the permanence of beauty, how about you?


.....You should raise your prices then! 

I should. But nah.  Little teeny bits, as I have in the past, as I will in the future, as things get more expensive.  I need money to live, and I'm living just fine -thank you- because you're in love with my work. Because of your continued support.  Because of the way you share me with your friends and family, it's built my living in a way I couldn't do myself.  WHEN I win the lottery on a Tuesday, everything will be free.  Until then, I'll continue on in this grand endeavor.


......How many pieces do you make a year?

Under the previously mentioned circumstance of not knowing how to run a business, I will lay down here a wishy washy answer....as many as I can.  I work every day pretty much, I love it so. Little bitty ones to great big ones.  I break/chip/crack/cut through/ explode a whole bunch in my creative pursuits, so I half- make a bunch as well that are never put out into the world.  They are put into the muck of the swamp in the back.  Future archaeologists are going to be baffled.    


Typing where is the typing coming out? 



The work of Stephanie Young