This past weekend, my daughter and I, along with my artist mom, opened up our basement studio to strangers during an artists’ studio tour. It’s awkward, letting people stroll through your home, traipse down the steps, and see where it is that you really do your work.
We decided to participate because, just as with my writing, if we don’t have a deadline to accomplish something, we can’t get a fire burning to get the work done. Sure, I use jewelry making as a creative outlet. Something other than struggling for words. Working with my hands, I can paint and bead and glue and have something beautiful in very short order. So, unlike the writing process, which happens all in my head, takes hours and hours to accomplish, and then at the end of it, the story is submitted and someday very far down the road, it’s published.
With visual art and jewelry making, I have something I can display as soon as it’s done, whether I gift it to a friend or relative and admire it on her arm, or post it on FB or in the Etsy store. I love making jewelry, but maybe I love it so much because I don’t spend all my time doing it. Like I said, it’s an outlet. My therapy. If it was truly my job, I might have the same sort of love-hate relationship with the process as I have with my writing.
Here are some pictures from this weekend’s show…
More earrings, we’ve made.
Painted pendants and bracelets. And yes, everything was very jumbled, but there was too much to display neatly.
We made these rosary bead and medallion necklaces while we sat. Czech glass beads, pearls, pewter medals, vintage rhinestone beads. Kelly took home one necklace for herself. We loved doing them so much, we ordered more supplies while we sat. 🙂
And you may have guessed, the thing I love most about this work is that I can share it with my daughter.