Hundred year old Oak trees with low hanging Spanish moss swirling in the wind. Palmettos, marsh grass and the smell of Pluff mud, with stalking Egrets lurching over Fiddler crabs. Sounds of the Creek rising to and from with the tide - chasing after a distant Crescent moon. These are frequent visions of South Carolina’s coastal islands - tucked neatly between the Savannah River and the Atlantic Ocean. Craftmaking and Art are just as familiar in this land. American tradition, with the oldest...