I have been out of the studio since I left for Beverly Hills, until today. After the Beverly Hills show, my son was being promoted from the 8th grade and my wonderful parents were in town. It was a really great week. As my children get older, I’m reminded that I’m getting old. I’ve been working in jewelry since my oldest was in uterus— I was pregnant and on bed rest when I discovered beads. Yes. Beads. It is an excellent gateway drug into the world of creating your own jewelry. First come beads, then small wire loops and earrings. Then classes. Take classes anywhere and everywhere you can. It stretches your mind and helps stave off the build up of plaque in the brain (my theory, not tested in a double blind study). Next thing you know, you have a concurrent career in, let’s say defense, and Art Jewelry. And then, you take the plunge and are a Jeweler full time. But not a diamonds in a gold band kind of jeweler– a jeweler who challenges what adornment is, uses different materials and techniques– maybe you’re even a jeweler with a world class engineering degree from the United States Naval Academy. Of course, you know I’m talking about me. And my degree is also in English, and a minor in Russian. Wow. Such a use for Russian on the art festival circuit!!
Anyway, I was out of the studio for over a week. I always approach my work bench with a combination of excitement and dread. I am not exactly tidy– I’m a pile-er in my studio. So whenever I am gone, I have to sift through what I WAS working on and decide what I AM working on now. That’s the dread. It’s hard to say goodbye to what I was excited about two weeks ago; if I’m not completely done, it gets moved into another “to come back to pile”. My worktable(s) are like the sandstone and limestone layers of the Arizona and Utah deserts, each one revealing some design point along my creative timeline. The excitement comes because after hundreds of miles behind the wheel, after interacting with other artists, after having time AWAY from production and creative work– I always have so many ideas on what I’m going to be working on NOW. Or what I will be working on if I can only clear a little spot to get some fresh supplies out. I’d like to add that I don’t take my Mom and Dad into my studio; it’s appalling and messy and my creative mess shames me just a little bit, but I’m committed to my process nonetheless. I also rarely make my bed–GASP!! I just pull the sheets up and call it done, no more quarters bouncing or 6 inch folds for me!! I am in complete military rebellion.
Yesterday, I sketched and made a list. I was anticipatory, but gave myself one extra day to let the mental design cream rise to the top. This morning I picked a design from my sketches and started on it before 7am (as soon as I cleared my soldering station from the tiny tourmaline’s I was wiring onto gold swirls before Beverly Hills). I’m in a swirls phase, so I can tell you today was about soldered swirls, which I then shaped into circles, squares and upside down triangles (my husband calls these shields, it’s always about warfare with boys, isn’t it?). I will be rolling out to SLC with swirls, woven, soldered and hammered- circles, triangles, and squares. Ain’t geometry grand? It’s good to be a nerd and it’s good to be back in the studio.
p.s. I tried taking photos to post, but I am so inept that I deleted them in horror at my own lack of photographic talent. I’ll have to take out my light cube to post some sneak peaks. Maybe this weekend…