In March I attended the South Jersey Bead Society’s Bead Fest. There I found purchased several lovely lampwork glass beads from Spaloss Studios, LLC One bead in particular I’ve had to sit with for the past few months, not knowing how to work with it. Today I found the design. It’s larger than I thought – and will be a real statement piece when worn. I’ve posted a picture here, but there is no way that a photograph can capture the beauty of the bead. As the light strikes it it sparkles and shows what in an opal would be called fire.
While your eyes perceive the bead’s predominant color to be pink there is no pink used in the making of this glass bead. The process the artist used to achieve the pink in the glass is called gold fuming. Bits of gold are heated and when the vapors meet the glass the color becomes pink. Yet, when the light reflects off or through the glass you can see gold inside. It’s a beautiful bead. I knew the wire had to enhance the bead in a way that the dominant focus would remain the beauty of the glass.
What’s on the inside of your art? What brings beauty to the work of your hands? What speaks to your heART and brings that special uniqueness of you to your work? How do you nurture and enhance what’s inside so that it grows and shines? How do you use your heART to compliment the work of others and allow their work to shine?
Hmmmmm. Today’s work certainly has me thinking.
Tick Tock Tick Tock . . . I have a clock that, on a night when I find sleep elusive, becomes as loud in its incessant tick tock as if it were a snare drum rhythmically playing in my bedroom. It mocks me in my sleeplessness. Should this happen on a weekend when I need not be in work the next morning, I’ve been known to bury that dagnabit clock in bureau drawer to silence the mockery.
Many have reflected on how our days are measured by that incessant tick tock of passing time. The demands life places in this lightening fast society – the need to invest ourselves wisely in each tick tock – don’t “waste” time – coulda shoulda – tick tock tick tock tick tock.
I find myself reflecting that my life is somewhat like the music of the song The Syncopated Clock. Do you know it? The meter of even paced life and other times that flow with that syncopated beat. Sometimes time is measured in an even beat – 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 and sometimes – like lately – full of syncopated beats 1 2 3and4 1and2and 3-e-and-a-4. The unexpected crops up. Change direction. Move a little faster. Ooops here’s something else . . .
There’s been a tension in my life lately. I’m busy at work. I’m tired at the end of the day. I want to sit down and create – to bead – to wire wrap – to make some of my jewelry. But . . . but . . . I’m tired or I MUST do something else. Those syncopated beats have worn me out. And in my fatigue my need to create mocks me like tick tock of that dagnabit clock in my bedroom.
Time to sit back and lecture myself – accept the syncopation – know that there will be time enough. Maybe even sing another song – – “Too every thing -turn turn turn – there is a season – turn turn turn – and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
It’s the end of another day now and a time to rest. Tomorrow – a time to work and in the evening to spend some time with friends. It won’t be long and there WILL be time to sit down with my beads and wire and and explore my creative urges once again.
Tick Tock Tick Tock 1 and 2 and 3-e-and-a-4 Relax and flow with the beat and find refreshing peace in the rests.
“Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts.” — Rita Mae Brown
I saw this quote today and it got me to musing. As I read back over some of my posts I think that in one way or another I’ve been saying what Rita Mae Brown has said here in yet another way.
I guess you can hear a truth – stare at a truth in print – know a truth in your head, and yet not fully accept it in your heart.
I’m as guilty as the next guy of seeking affirmation of the quality of what I create from others. Nine people can tell you how wonderful your creation is but the focus goes to that tenth person. You know, the one who criticized your work – the one who didn’t like it. Why is that? And, for that matter, why should it matter at all?
Teaching, coaching and the encouragement of those who guide us in our art is helpful. But ultimately when the skills have been learned and honed – it’s the creativity within us to which we give expression. And, in that instinct we must be boldly confident and move forward.
Where am I in this continuum? In many ways still learning and still honing my skills. In truth, I really hope that I never reach a point where I have nothing new to learn; nothing new to improve. However, in those things I know and in the basic creative instinct within me to which I’m giving expression, I need to give up the insecurity and confidently move forward.
Thank you, Rita Mae Brown, for reminding me: “Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts.”
So honored to be nominated for an Illuminating Blogger Award http://foodstoriesblog.com/illuminating-blogger-award/ by Tommia of http://tommiastablet.wordpress.com/
I am such a in this blogoverse and I’m tickled that people enjoy my work and words enough to follow these posts.
I’m still exploring and finding new blog spots to enjoy but perhaps you’d like to check out these bloggers whom I follow
Diane Wallace of Wallace Studios. Diane is a water color artist who shares her art and thoughts at http://dianewallacestudio.wordpress.com/
Ami Viehler of Repairers of the Breach shares her poetry at http://avielehr.wordpress.com/
and, of course, Tommia Wright of Tommia’s Tablet of http://tommiastablet.wordpress.com/ who nominated me for the award (a big Thank You, Tommia!)