changes and growth

I’ve going through a pretty big creative drought in my jewelry and enamel department, but i feel like creation of things still happens. Through photography. Through words. Through the morphing of my garden as it blooms and emerges.

Somehow, I’m hoping that things will start moving soon and the wheels will start turning.

I find myself looking through old pictures of pieces i made, and other’s creative work to motivate myself and put myself in that creative mood, where it’s less about the process but more about the beautiful final product.

Because at the end, we all just want to create beautiful things.

 

 

 

lilacs and sunbeams

when i was a child i grew up in my grandparents’ beautiful garden. Well, not literally, but i was exposed to a lot of the beautiful flowers and even now i remember the scent of a lot of the flowers.

When new things would bloom, my mother and i would try to bargain with my grandfather to let us take a few blooms to brighten up the concrete city apartment. Reluctantly, he’d agree to 2 or 3 flowers to give us and now, having my own garden I understand the preciousness of each bloom.

Deep fog and horses

My random bookstore purchase ended up a desk calendar of lists of things that remind you of happy things. Things of no particular origin, that will stimulate some sort of past memory that will instantly give you good feels.

Here are 5:

• the house you grew up in
• kitten’s feet
• first sip of morning coffee
• waking to a pleasant thought
• wild mustangs

I wandered off into the thick for that covered the moist earth last Saturday and barely made my way through winding country roads to see what i could get a glimpse of. Random turns, pulling over to let other cars pass me, eventually pulling over on the side of the road once i spotted a horse farm.

I got out of the car and walked across the muddy field to get to the horses. A local lady encouraged me to approach them saying they were very friendly and enjoy people.

As soon as i made it to their fence, all five of them looked over and made the decision to approach in hopes i was holding some sort of snacks in my hands.