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It’s All In My Head

Tired and wondering if I should be writing tired.  But, it’s a good tired.  I finished five wire wrap projects this weekend – four of which I like – one of which I feel “uuhhhh” it’s OK.  And, then there’s the project “in my head” .  I’ll post pics of the finished projects  with this blog post but what I find myself wanting to consider is the project “in my head”.

I have a gorgeous glass bead, square, double channeled, incredibly colored, that I’ve set aside.  I haven’t known what to do with it.  I haven’t had the time at the same time as I felt a small spark of inspiration starting to fire so that I could sit with it, consider it and see where my hands and the beauty of the bead would take me.  I was thinking wire wrap.  After all that’s what I’m into these days.  But I didn’t have a clue how that would work out.

Then it happened.  I’d heard about this kind of thing before, but it had never happened to me.  I thought I hadn’t thought about that bead in a couple of weeks.  Apparently that wasn’t the case.  It could only be that somewhere deep in my unconscious mind I’ve been working out the best approach to that little project.  One morning this week I awoke before the alarm sounded with a very clear picture of exactly what that necklace is going to look like.  No wire wrap at all.  It will be a beaded project.  Now, the unfortunate thing is that I don’t have all the supplies in my grab bag of beading goodies, but at least now I know what supplies are needed. In my mind’s eye the picture is clear.   The gorgeous glass bead is going to be the feature. There will be a double stranded necklace with Swarovski crystal elements and sterling silver beads and spacers.

Isn’t it something though – how the mind works – how the subconscious is always at going?  Isn’t it wonderous that your mind can tap into a reservoir of creativity and technical knowledge and solve a challenge without the need for conscious thought to complete the job.  One goes to sleep with a challenge and wakes up with a solution.  I’ve never had such a clear example in my own life.  Have you?  It’s wonderous and surprising and exciting, isn’t it?  Care to share?

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Moss Agate

Moss Agate

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Moonstone

Moonstone

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Lemon Quartz

Lemon Quartz

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Brown Stone

Brown Stone

“Please, Sir, I want some more?” or When is enough enough?

Have you ever finished something and the more you contemplated it – the time you spent with it you couldn’t let it go because it just didn’t FEEL finished?  That’s the way I’ve been living with The Flowering Vine.

When I initially finished it, I liked its simplicity.  I was so focused on not taking away from the beauty of the glass work in the bead that less seemed to be just right.  But the more time that elapsed the more I wasn’t satisfied with it until it actually was entering my dreams.  Seriously, last night I found myself trying the placement of additional wire to the piece in a dream.  The wire and the tools came out this morning and I set to work.

Here’s a picture of the, hopefully, finished setting.  Is it just enough?  Is it too much?  Is that just a matter of taste?

Do you struggle with that in your art?  How do you know when enough is enough?  When do you need just that one more plant in the garden – or – tree in the painting – or knick knack on the shelf?  When will that last touch take you over the top?  Hmmmmm

Wonderful thought – The imagination of childhood. I think it’s true that for some of us it does indeed resurface as we get to a point in life (at whatever age) where the priorities of our lives are reordered and we open a space for that imagination to express itself once again. Thanks, Dee, and your student, for this wonderful lesson!

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My youngest student did this drawing in class, then colored it in when she got her new colored pencils. Not not only did she do the drawing and change the background because she didn’t like what was there, she made up a whole story about the horse. If you look closely, there’s someone running down the road behind him, calling his name.  Well thought out and imaginative.  His name is Stevie, he’s running away to play with the dog at the barn down the road.  Her next drawing was the barn down the road, complete with the dog (named Russ, by the way).

Really….a horse named Stevie with a friend of another species?

When do we lose that imagination?  Does it get taught out of us, or does life get so serious that we become preoccupied with more important matters like paying bills and, for some, raising children?  Does it resurface as we age and perhaps…

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