i've been at this computer since 10am, after spending two hours taking photographs of jewelry. i'm not used to doing that. how do those of you manage, who sit at a computer all day for your job? i haven't even had my dinner. it's 10:30pm. walter has long since given up on me for this day.
i've had hesitations about posting anything to do with my work, or my jewelry, ever since i received a comment back a couple of weeks ago when i finally posted after a long spell. the reader was "disappointed" that she ""saw a pattern in my posts, relating to the making and selling of my jewelry. it's what i do. i make jewelry. i take walks through the woods, along the river, and i think about art. those thoughts stew and bubble for a while - they brew, they steep - and then they turn into wearable pieces of jewelry. i sell the jewels, or try to, anyway, and i also write about the things that i make. a this is how i make my living, it is how i pay the bills and buy my food. if i write a post, after having not written for a period of time, and jewelry is mentioned, i'm not exactly sure why i should refrain. the two are so closely interwoven that sometimes i'm not sure which is which. i take photographs of the things that speak to me. i think about those photographs, i share them here, and sooner or later those photographs have a lot to do with the things that i make. so do the things that i write. and i write about jewelry, i make the jewelry, then i write about the process of how it gets done. ever since i received that comment, though, i've held back - again - on posting anything agt all. kinda sucks, really, to have a feeling of hesitation on my own blog, a place that i pay $15.00 a month to maintain. i share photographs and musings with you because i want to do that, not because i feel that i must. i also share photographs of my jewelry, and the process behind it - as my work is very process oriented, inspired by all that i see and all that i do - because it helps to sell my work, frankly, and because i want you to understand what i have felt behind a piece, what the particular emotions were that channeled into something someone else could wear. these things matter, a lot.
it's late, as i've said. i came here to post that i've created new work these past few weeks, that i finally took the time today to take and edit multiple photographs of each piece. but there is that voice saying, oh i don't know - maybe i shouldn't post today, after i've listed the jewelry. maybe i should wait a while, and write only of what i've seen from the front porch of the cabin, from underneath the giant tree that i hope will one day soon hold a swing. but i'm tired, and i'm writing what i feel without any filters, and there you have it: an unfocused and weary post, with a few photographs following, to show you what it has been like around here these past few very cold weeks. lots of white and brown and grey. all around me, winter. all around me, quiet. all around me, just myself and my dog and my thoughts, and my jewelry.
thanks for continuing to come back here, those of you who have not been driven away by boredom or by discontent. comments have lessened, and i can't say that i blame any of you for that. i've not been the most diligent of bloggers for a lot of months now. blogging takes time, i've said that a thousand times, and time seems to be less and less of a luxury for any of us these days. i am glad that you are still here, that you continue to read and to think about what i've said, what i've shown. i do hope that you are all warm and cozy, full of good meals, good hugs, good memories. i hope that you are happy with your own work, happy with what you see in the immediate world that surrounds you out there. for now, i'll share you a little of this world of mine. just a little. it is quiet. it is cold. it is mine, but i always happy to share. xo
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never
before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work
in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
- Mary Oliver