Just back from a road trip down the Eastern Seaboard from Georgetown
SC (a very sweet town) to Key
West, less sweet but pretty cool.
I'm somewhat obsessed
right now with turquoise (waters). I'm
always somewhat obsessed by turquoise, but that's another story.
Also, fresh from a vacation, or perhaps I should say a
break, since road tripping that distance in just over 2 weeks with six people
isn't exactly relaxing, no matter how much fun it might be.
And it was.
Exhausting. Fun.
So, upon returning and spending two days doing cat laundry,
our laundry, and remembering the most basic of Things Which Must Be Done Daily,
I returned to the worktable determined to use up every bit of clay, beads, findings and assorted I've held
on to through several destashings, gifts to local school arts teachers,
etc. This is either before or
commensurate with the painting supplies, canvases, oils, watercolors, acrylics
and colored pencils, papers, canvases, brushes etc.
If I opened an art store tomorrow, it would rival Cheap
Joe's or Blick's for at least a
week.
This is where the 327 years come in. It will take that long,
at least, as long as I do not buy anything other than fill-in to finish this or
that. Ear wires. Chain.
The once a year 2 oz block of orange I like.
That sort of thing. We live long in my
family, but this may be pushing it.
The focal in this piece, as well as the two triangular beads
in earrings, were made about 6 years ago.
I made a statement necklace which I then couldn't part with and these
remained. (pictured) There are still 3.
The faux faux amber (I wasn't trying to make amber, just the color) are
from the red bird pendant I made earlier this year, the turquoise ovals and heishi from The
Stash. I used 20 including the 2 large
beads. Okay, make that 479 years.
They don't look like Florida
so much as they feel like it, at least to me, and my friend Sheila who is lucky
enough to live in St. Augustine,
says I got that right.