i was gone a little while. wandering. i was not on vacation, although i wish i was. my hands ache from making so many things. i hope for empty spaces filled with inspiration and time, loads of time in january. i need it. i did go to visit friends, but managed to work, because orders were due. we went to seattle one day, three of us. i included a few photos of my walk in the city....
somebody asked me today what i do when i feel like i have been just stuck in the house all day. unable to motivate myself to get out. i told her, i think of places that inspire me and i make myself go to them. for refuge. one of the places i went to one day for inspiration is now a place i am spending two days a week at. another jewelry artist needed some help and so i open her studio/store front and get to work on my own things while i keep the place open until she comes in. i like it, it gets me out of the house. her space is very lovely and so inspiring. wanna peek?
so, as orders wind down, i am making notes of how i want to revamp things. what i want to create.....i've got some ideas up my sleeve. not just jewelry, but art too. i will share as things unfold.
what is everyone out there doing?
i will try not to fall off the face of the earth again. i like being around...i do.
i read some mary oliver poems the other night to a friend while she drew sketches. what a beautiful way to spend time . i know a friend out there who will wish i could come over and read her poems, while we sip tea. her dog would be close by sleeping. a baby growing in her belly would be listening.....just an idea for you all out there.
The Return--Part 1. by Mary Oliver
When I went back to the sea
it wasn't waiting.
Neither had it gone away.
All its musics were safe and sound: the circling gulls
were still a commonplace, the fluted shells
rolled on the shore
more beautiful than money-
oh, yes, more beautiful than money!
the thick necked seals
stood in the salted waves with their soft, untroubled faces
oh, bed of silk,
lie back now on your blackness your fields of sunlight
that i may look at you.
i am happy to be home.
i wish i could come and whisper you a poem~