I'm having one of those slow moving kind of days. Not an unproductive one, just slowly, gradually moving through my creative goals of the day. I typically try and crowd my time with way too many tasks, finding myself frustrated at my lack of accomplishments by nightfall. But today is different. I have the day off from work, I'm still in my pj's and I don't mind much if I even step outside into the gray skied world. Inside, I have been patiently working on these colorful bits of felt and beads transforming them into textural and wearable small artworks. Just another tangent in my ever evolving world of art explorations and distractions. The earrings are now in my Etsy shop, and the brooches will hopefully be following in the near future. Now onward to clay!
When I go to a yard sale or a flea market that old saying comes into mind, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” Truer words were never spoken as I walk the rows of a large flea market. Sometimes there are piles of things I would not ever want or be attracted to, and once in a while I find myself drawn to tidbits of the past lives of previous owners’ well loved items. The fun is all in the hunt of course, but then it can be overwhelming at the same time. Hundreds of vendors, some taking great care in display, while others pile stuff about in a hap hazard fashion not seeming to care if this pile of dusty stuff finds a new habitat. I look around my place and wonder if sometime in the future someone would find rummaging through my debris a delightful curiosity or just shovel it into the nearest landfill. As a maker of things, I respect the stuff of life that
stuffs my life, but I’m not sure if I want to have too much more of it popping out of every nook and cranny of my space. But then again………I might miss out on that perfect treasure.