So many people these days reply, “I live in gratitude.” A noble place to live, in my opinion, but my question has always been, “Where in gratitude? Gratitude covers a lot of territory.”
For me, these days I live deep into creativity, somedays teetering on the edge of a cliff. Take today. I worked on twelve different “Wishing Wands.” Some of them are still dirty, rough sticks I paired with others, combining roots and branches, or bark and roots. Some of them needed another coat of oil. Others received their crystal. Those sticks, combined and oiled, wait for a few days, while I determine whether they will have a quartz crystal or a piece of petrified wood. One spoke up today, and got a sheen of copper paint and a copper nugget.
In addition to the wands I found a trailer full of chunks of old barn wood parked right outside the high school. Only yesterday I found a single piece of barn wood deep in my stash and lined up some largish chunks of mulch on it. Beautiful! Now I have a pile of pieces of barn wood and a bag of mulch chips. My to-do list—discover how to maintain the disintegrating quality of the pieces, but sanitize them enough they can proudly hang on a wall.
And I picked up a bag of straighter sticks. I want to combine them with my twisty palo verde sticks into the desert equivalent of driftwood hangings. I bought a drill for that project yesterday.
I am going to be featured artist in the gallery in Oak Creek in January. I will get an additional wall space to use. I need ways to hang my work on that wall. These three projects will do that.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"