I mentioned that my muse was gone. Well, I did try to work on a few things. I made a cross for my brother using this tutorial from Zoraida. I love the manliness of the design. I made it larger, to hang on the wall, and gave it to him for Christmas. He really likes it. It was great for me because I got to do a lot of hammering and the work was pretty forgiving, which kept my swearing down to a minimum as I still craved a smoke. I need to go to his house and get a picture of it. I did a few other small projects but really my head was just not in it.
I had an idea for a pendant. The idea bobbed around in my head for the longest time. I ordered some materials for it so I wouldn't back out of giving it a try. The inspiring stone called me, beckoned me, challenged me. The kids were gone, my music was playing and I was getting into the zone... now was the time to finally meet my muse again! The work flew through my fingers, seemingly effortlessly until just before I was finished... when I completely lost it. ARGH!! All that silver, all that planning!!
I refused to scrap it. I dug in my heels. For days, I would pick up the unfinished ugly and tell it that I refused to give up. It lay in an unfinished heap of bent wires which protruded like limbs set out at terrible, painful angles, the kind that you don't recover from without drastic measures. So, I cut and even before I was finished, I knew I had done something wrong. I think I did it just to vex myself. Ah, I torment me- WHY! Just throw the damn thing away!
But, low and behold... laying there with the wires all cut short, I had a vision. I could almost hear angels sing. (Not smoking apparently makes one dramatic.) While the vision was fresh, I whipped out the final design and was pleased.
|Rare Ombre pink chalcedony limcast (petrified wood) from Texas Springs, NV|
This hard won success broke the mold. Many more pendants simple and not sprang from my replenished well. : )
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