Give Me Back My Crayons!

Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the "creative bug" is just a wee voice telling you, "I'd like my crayons back, please" ~Hugh MacLeod

I don't completely agree with this quote, but I like it anyway. ;D Personally, I'm way more creative now than I was as a child and I don't think it's the distribution of algebra books that distracts teens from creativity... more the redistribution of clothing, sayin?

ANYWAY.

The whole point is, there comes a time in many an adult life when you need to reclaim some of who you were as a child. The wonder. The adventure. The sheer joyful exuberance! The sense that things were....possible. Because I don't know about you, but a lot of stuff happened along the way that sent the message some things were not for me. Since I don't want this blog to be my online therapy session (everyone breathe a collective sigh of relief and say "Oh thank God for that"...no, no...you weren't in unison and this time in the key of F major please) I'll pick a fairly trivial example. Besides, this is what I really want to tell you about anyway and I'm just trying to make it sound deep and impressive, now play along, 'kay?

I got a bike yesterday!!!

I did! I did! I was absolutely giddy in the checkout line, let me tell you. I have not ridden a bike in about twenty years. No kidding. But all four of my kids have bikes..and I was getting jealous. I loved riding my bike when I was a little girl. I could FLY. No hands and everything. I would ride to the creek. I would ride to school. I would sneak off and ride to the convenience store and smuggle home chips and eat the whole bag and.....well. Yeah. Hence the beginning of the end. Thus began a weight problem that lasted for 22 years. Obesity and bike-riding are not the most compatible of concepts. So you see... a few decades of being overweight had me convinced that physical fun was not for me. Not part of my identity.

But, I lost all the weight a few years ago and have been in a maelstrom of personal redefinition ever since. Buying a bike was no longer ludicrous. A little scary, perhaps, but not ludicrous.

Here's my new baby:



I call it Vie. Short for Violet Velocity. But just right for strive.

Helmets are required here, and I don't wanna tangle with an MP. (really, I don't) So here I am looking extremely goofy with my yewge cranium wedged into my new helmet.

I titled the pic "No Fear" when I saved it. But this was sheer prevarication. I was actually a skosh close to terrified. I know they say you don't forget how to ride a bike...but...but... Whoever they were, though, they were right!!! It came back so fast! I was a little wobbly on turns for a few passes, but it really didn't take long before I could fly again!

It felt incredible. Deliciously, delightfully, exuberantly incredible. I had the biggest, silliest grin on my face the whole time. Especially when I took off and rode some of the paths through the woods around here. The feelings of childhood - the good part of childhood mind you - came in with the wind in my face and it was total euphoria. I felt merry and brave and adventurous and POSSIBLE. Yeah. I got my crayons back.

Mojo on the go, yo. Later!

Mo mo mo MO Mojo!

I did it. My studio is done. D-O-N-E Done. It's awesome. I love it. And I wanna give you a full tour...but I hafta check with someone first. Another blogger said something about wanting to do a studio tour interview with me, and if she still wants to then...well, yeah. ;) Stay tuned.

In the meantime. I rewarded myself this afternoon for a job well done with a lovely sojourn with spray paint. Sussudio!

(ADHD moment. Did you know that the word Sussudio means...NOTHING. It's a made up word. Phil Collins came up with the notes..the song... and he just kinda babbled Sussudio and decided he liked it. It's supposed to describe the giddy feeling of a youthful crush or something like that. ANYWAY....)

I now have ten+ cans of spray paint, and I'm gonna collect more. I don't plan on taking up graffiti anytime soon, but I DO understand the temptation!

Today I put a final coat on the guitar I started a few days ago.



Here you see it resting on one of my lovely worktables. It's not finished yet. I have big plans that involve wire, beads, and perhaps some brushwork or collage... Hmmmmm. Then there was the djembe. This was a kids' Remo Djembe that belonged to, appropriately, my children. But four boys can take a toll on the material world (and the spiritual too for that matter, Oy). Being used, abused, and left for the sun and sand to denude... well. It was done baby done as a musical instrument. But as a base for a 3D art piece, oh yeah baby!



This will definitely receive a LOT of collage. Plus I'm thinking either some leather and/or metal embellishment. Wait and see!

Then there was the stuffed animal tree. Yes. Stuffed. Animal. Tree. This thing was a thrift store find. It originally was a light wood with pastel knobs and elastic bands hanging from the pegs.... Well, I did NOT buy it for stuffed animals, I promise you. I cut off all the bands and painted my heart out. It's a cuff display, yo. Though right now it's sporting three frames I painted. Eventually they will be filled and hung on the wall. Probably with mojo inducing quotes. ;)

I also painted a battered step stool cherry red to go in my new kitchen. Then I was rather high and sickly from the fumes and it was time to quit. ;)

What really excites me is that..well...these things are not leather cuffs. Don't get me wrong. I love what I do. I love making and wearing and selling leather cuffs. BUT I don't wanna just do that. It feels incredible to be branching out into other areas, other mediums, other colors and textures and dimensions! OOH. I'm pumped! And ultimately I know it will feed back into my leatherwork as well. The mojo flows apace and life is good.

Facing Fears

A key component of good mojo is courage. In some ways, mojo IS courage, because if you are afraid to try - for whatever reason - it's basically guaranteed that mojo ain't showin' up.

I come across as rather fearless, I've been told. I've even been called "scary" more than once...which is hilarious. I'm not scared of some things that frighten many people, like performing on stage or raising four boys alone for months at a time... But I have plenty of other heebie-jeebies.

Power tools, for one. I have used them... I took Shop in Jr High and I loved it. Honest I did! But that was a LONG time ago. And again, in Theatre School when I was a Senior, we built our own sets. I developed an abiding affection for the radial arm saw... But again, it's been awhile. And I was always scared of power hand tools.

It's time for that silly fear to begone! I was afraid mainly because I was an overweight weakling. But I am now a lithe and fit little person. I have MUSCLES, yo. So I don't need to be afraid of not being able to control those handy gadgets. Baby step that I took the other day? I wanted to hang a funky wooden zebra mask on my wall...it had no hanger... I took a deep breath, grabbed my Dremel, and I DRILLED that bad boy. Small. Silly. But it made me feel GOOD. (and it looks darn good on the wall too, sayin?)

Baby step two? Building those monster shelves that I talked about yesterday. I decided there was no reason to wait for someone else to do it for me. And let me tell you, just loading them onto the cart and into the van by myself was rather impressive. ARRrrrrr!

But just moments ago I took my biggest step. I was actually almost panicking.... I applied for my first juried show. I've NEVER done a craft show.... And I'm trying to get my feet wet with a juried one. I held my breath and told myself repeatedly "The worst they can do is say no. The worst they can do is say no" Of course...if they say yes then the fear of actually DOING the show will hit. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

The important thing is that, just by taking these steps, I feel braver. I *am* braver. I know I can....which means I can do MORE. Now that's mojo-magic, right there.

Birth Of A Studio ~ Part 3

Patience is a virtue.

I am not virtuous.

It is very, very hard to cope with the idea that my studio is not DONE yet. And yet, we have been unpacking for less than a week. Our stuff was delivered last Tuesday...and the movers weren't done unloading until 5:30pm. All we did was eat, assemble beds, and collapse. So unpacking began in earnest last Wednesday. Yet I am frustrated that a)my house is not completely in order (though it actually is fairly functional and even somewhat attractive already) and b) my studio is only about halfway done.

Today's tasks involved adventures in spray-paint to start the day. I had a fabulous time blasting my peg-boards. One is in silver, one in chalkboard paint. I can't wait to have at least one of them mounted over my worktable. I may keep one unmounted for using it at craft fairs. Then I got a bit wild and spray-painted an old broken guitar....which made me want to make VERY exciting things. AND then I saw how immensely cool the paper I had been painting on had turned out. So it will be the base for some wall art. And THEN I started having a rush of other ideas.... Total Mojo Overload. And totally torturous since I can't work on ANY of it right now. MojoTease. That's what it is.

Anyway. Tried to organize the studio. Realized I couldn't. I mean LOOK at this.



Can you say Maximum Density?

So I took off yet again to Lowes. Buy stock there, people. I'm doing my bit for capitalism this week. I bought yet another shelving unit. This one is about six feet tall and four feet wide and all metal. I loaded it on the cart and into the van myself, thank you very much. I have a date with ibuprofen, but I feel like a tough-chic and that's what matters.

Then I brought it home and did almost all the assembly MYSELF. I shoulda had my kids video me lifting each shelf six feet up and guiding it onto the poles. I'm five-foot-two, y'know. It had to be entertaining. Like Stuart Little with Tinkertoys, or something. Anyway. It's built, and semi-loaded. And there are glimmerings of the possibility of order out of chaos....



But I have one thing to say.

If at any point in the rest of 2010 you see me out buying leather, fabric, beads, or belts of any kind, scream "INTERVENTION!" and knock me flat. Seriously. I beg you.

I mean it. Too. Much. Stuff. WAY too much stuff. Other than hardware like snaps and rivets, and maybe a few new tools, I don't need ANYTHING to be insanely productive for the next year or so. Fact.

Asked and Answered

I use a lot...and I mean a LOT of ceramics in my jewelry making, both on my leather cuffs and in my beadwork. So the lovely folks at the Beads of Clay blog featured me today! Wanna know more about me? You can read the interview here.

A very special thank you to Mary Ann Carroll for interviewing me and putting the post together! You can see her wonderful beads here!