Reflections on connecting with the creative muse.

Posts tagged ‘arts’

“Live, that’s the message!”

“Live, that’s the message!”.

New Adventures – New Inspiration

“All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.” – Rob Brezsny

I think it’s time for a new adventure.  And not just any new adventure but one that explores the mysteries and beauty of expression.

Follow me into a New Year, with new adventures, new voices in an all new blog. Coming Soon!

What’s on the inside?

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 . . .

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.

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