Art is love.
I mean it, seriously. When I first started making things all the time, I would flit from craft to craft, to the point where any time someone wanted to do a project, i could very easily go down into my basement and get them anything they needed. Never committing, never getting serious, because I knew it would never go anywhere.
I almost got serious with book binding. I even focussed on book preservation in Library school so that I could work on books practically as well as artistically. One intense Christmas season of making books for my relatives caused the relationship to lose it's luster.
Then I met Jewelry. At first I was surprised by sparkling, speaking gemstones. Then natural colors just kept coming. And friends liked jewelry too, so I knew it would fit into my life. So I went deeper, into metal. I became absorbed and all the other crafts disappeared, excepting where they made my jewelry better. Jewelry opened my world to new friends and new experiences.
Jewelry and I have been in a long term serious relationship ever since. We're building a life together. Sometimes we need a little time apart, but we always come back to each other. When I look back at my life, jewelry has always been there, sometimes i just didn't know it.
I realized this month, in the middle of the winter blahs, the ups and downs of Art Show applications, and a difficult commission, that this is a relationship. One with extraordinary rewards as well as difficult times. And so, today, instead of writing about those things, i would write about my love.
(And No, the human Spouse doesn't mind. In fact, he empathizes with every triumph and defeat. Love is wonderful.)
-Simbelmynë
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