Monthly Archives: February 2014

Hummingbird Bath in a Sprinkle of Water- Joy Unmasked

The end of February is almost upon us, Jewelry Fans, and I am living vividly through each and every moment of this fast and furious month. Since the end of the Gem show I have exhibited at two events in and around Tucson under perfect skies and high 70’s temperatures. Please don’t hate me because the weather here is amazing. All things come and all things go, this weather will slowly evaporate into the sweltering near 100 degree days of late April and May. Sigh. But it is beautiful now, and that is where my focus is. The future is yet unwritten and who knows what treasures it will hold? Today’s treasure is a hummingbird taking a fresh water bath in the sprinkle of water from my drip system underneath the wild boughs of my desert willow.  What a treat!

These beautiful, fluttering companions often catch my eye as they pollinate my dear desert willow. I have a sneaking suspicion that my neighbors do not love my uncut- unshaped- unrestrained tree, but I have a secret space in my heart for wild things, and my dear desert willow has taken root therein. Wild things have an explosive Joy and immediate Presence in them. The beauty and shade of my dear wild desert willow attracts birds and butterflies, and even rabbits to rest under her graceful extensions.  The accompanying hummingbirds are tiny miracles of movement to me– a lightweight, agile, acrobatic vessel of Joy. They move about the brightly colored blooms of the Southwest and are sparkling glimmers of jewel toned happiness as they do what they do best– hummingbird style. Thank you, Universe, for hummingbird style.

The question becomes, what Joy do I bring to my work? What do I do best? What, Universe, is Margaret Aden style? What sense of movement, of freedom, of newly discovered jewels are unearthed through my jewelry, Jewelry Fans? In a society where we are thankfully past the hunt-and-gather-to-survive mode, what else is reaching through my work to be meaningful and important? In my last posting we proved that each of our work products has a sliver of the Divine in them, and now, how to prove that there is Joy as well? I think those of you whom I’ve met On the Road, can attest to the fact that my work has a resonance, a calmness to it, dare I say, Joy? Which is sooooooo very funny, because I am a bit south of Calm on the personality scale. Committed, Courageous, Crazy might be words used for me, but Calm?? Ummmm, no way, but Joy? I hope so, let’s meet up out there, On the Road, and you can tell me, wherefore art the Joy in my work. Deal?

I am finished with the draining struggle for preeminence, jockeying for position, and down right fear based decisions that can accompany The Road of being an artist. With over 6 billion human souls on the earth and countless billions of other living creatures– desert willows, hummingbird, rabbits and butterflies to name a few– the concept of “New” must be questioned. Beyond “New” what I want to impart to you, Jewelry Fans, is the unmasked Joy of a Hummingbird, taking a freshwater shower in the middle of the Sonoran Desert. Immediate. Present. Uncontrived. Executed Perfectly.

Joy. Centered Presence. Intentional Abundance.

Let’s go for it, Jewelry Fans!! What do we have to loose? Fear? Anxiety? Less thans??  Forget about it– we are all more than we know.

 

The Memory of Wire

What an exciting, exhausting week it has been, Jewelry Fans. I have been teaching at To Bead True Blue at the Doubletree Hotel in Tucson, AZ during my home town’s world famous Gem Show. 5 classes down, 3 to go. I’m a bit out of breath, out of money (go figure and only temporarily) and totally in awe of the women I have met this week. Like I have told them all in class, I applaud them for continually learning new skills, asking questions and delving into their own artistic hearts and desires. Bravo Ladies (sorry, no Dudes in my classes this year), Bravo!!

In one class, “the memory of wire” came up. Not in the metaphysical sense, but in the work hardening, actual shape that the molecules of the wire get arranged into and then cleave to the memory of (gosh, I shouldn’t end this sentence with a preposition, but it feels so right). But whoa— what??? Wire has MEMORY?? Exploding fireworks beside my head. Of course, I knew this, but the phrasing hit a chord within me and I began to meditate upon the “Memory of Wire”. Not only will this make a possibly fantastic book title for me (dibsies, dibsies, universe!! I CALLED IT!), but the idea that the wire I work with, the sometimes hypnotic rhythm of weaving and twining and twisting could imprint not just the shape I coax it into– but the MEMORY of the creative force behind it. Whoa.  I am blown away by the metaphysical implications.

I told a friend recently, that when I am on the road, when I am OUT THERE with YOU ALL and when I am IN THE STUDIO,  I truly feel that I am channeling a creative and energetic force far greater than me. I am not the creative force behind the scenes, I merely CHANNEL the creative force behind the scenes and out on the road.  Combine this thought with the idea that the wire with which I am working (okay, I use sheeting, some pretty sparkly things, and even some great fibers– but truly, mostly, wire) has a memory of the creative force of which I am merely a conduit for then wherefore does the that leave us all? What, then, are my pieces?? Perhaps they are truly representations of the creative force of the universe?? Did you see how I used the transitive property of Algebra (okay, other things too) to prove that my works are really just small, woven shards of the Divine creation?

Hmmmmmmmmmmm… something to contemplate surely.

By extension then, is not the work that my students create, the work that we all create in our jobs, passions and hobbies– are not THOSE works ALL EXTENSIONS of the DIVINE.

Whoa.

Exploding fireworks right by the head. Again. Maybe even a little bit bigger this time.

No pressure, Jewelry Fans, no pressure.

Don’t think about this if you don’t want to. After a week of teaching and channeling the CREATIVE FORCE of the ENTIRE UNIVERSE, I could just be a bit off my rocker.

The Memory of Wire– what a fantastic thing it is after all.