Woohoo! Getting so excited for upcoming events!! This Friday December 6th Honey Tribe is the featured First Friday Artwalk artist at Stones and Stuff on Congress Street in Portland!! Join us from 5-8pm...on Saturday December 7th 10-2, Honey Tribe will be set up at Bandaloop in Kennebunkport for Christmas Prelude! Best artisan market ever!! Then thesane day, from 3-5 on Saturday December 7th we will finish Prelude off at the P DeSantis Gallery on North St in Kennebunkport . Honey Tribe has select pieces at Becoming Jewelry in the Galleries at Morning Walk, at the Merchant Company in Portland.
To me, the crow is the archetypal animal of this time of year, in Maine. There seem to be more crows in the fall than in any other time of year...They are raucous and a little disconcerting, but beautiful.
This morning my dog Purl and I went for a run before the sun came up. As the sun came out and we neared the big field that signals the near end of our 10k run a swarm, or rather, a "murder" of crows swooped down above and landed in a little tufts of trees at the edge of the wood. Cawing and inquisitive and seemingly engaging us...my heart sped up a little. There is something riveting, mysterious about crows. It's as though they know something that I don't, and perhaps should...
Perhaps with their love of shiny baubles we can strike a barter...their secret knowledge in exchange for a bauble or two of mine...seems like a fair trade to me.
What folklore say about the crow as a spirit animal:
"The crow is a spirit animal associated with life mysteries and magic. The power of this bird as totem and spirit guide is provide insight and means of supporting intentions. Sign of luck, it is also associated with the archetype of the trickster; be aware of deceiving appearances. If the crow has chosen you as your spirit or totem animal, it supports you in developing the power of sight, transformation, and connection with life’s magic. "
My head has been full of ideas and inspiration that I have noticed popping up in the designs of my work lately...I have been in creation mode as I begin new work to bring to Becoming Jewelry at The Galleries at Morning Walk next week.
I have been drawn to the gritty, the gory, the regal...to pugilistic images that are born from the idea of protecting one's heart, one's love, one's core truth. My eye is drawn to superstitious trinkets that protect from the evil eye or envy and bitterness. My attention has lingered on primitive garb made of the scrap skin and fur from the kill that went to nourish the tribe. I am completely inspired by armor made to encase and guard the brave heart as it heads off to hunt and or defend and protect true love and freedom and honor.
She, Love-Gladiator: The Brave Heart. A sort of collection...On display at Becoming Jewelry as of October 26th. I hope you will come and witness it.
I went to a labyrinth lighting tonight. It took place at one of my favorite-people-on-earth's home. It is a little path made of stones that winds around itself.. To appreciate it you can quietly walk its path. And think. And just BE. It is a meditative tool...and so much more as I realized tonight.
On a night like tonight, you can gather with friends and light candles all around a labyrinth. You can decorate the stones with chalk and petals and leaves. You can quietly stroll through the path while listening to the children play and the squirrels drop nuts in the woods. You can sit at the labyrinth's edge with the woods surrounding it and you and imagine all the life that could be possibly moving out in the growing dark. You can giggle with all of the friends that have gathered about possible yetis in the woods...or snakes...or foxes. And as you sit or walk, and the gorgeousness of the path and the candles and the artwork grows more mysterious and more deeply beautiful as the night falls, you may realize how lucky you are.
When visiting a labyrinth like this you just may realize how happy life is when you choose to let in beauty and magic and curiosity...when you surround yourself with friends that embody so heartily all of those things as well. Walking the path and counting the candles...and then later blowing them out one by one. It can be like counting your many many blessings in a creative life.
Do what you love. Gravitate toward what makes your heart soar. Otherwise...it is a wasted life.
A had a little interview with the amazing Adrienne Trier-Bieniek, PhD. for examiner.com about the creative process and how music influences my work as an artist. It was published today. You can find it here .
The most interesting part, for me, was how much I discovered about myself. In dissecting my process, how I do what I do, why I do what I do and what makes me most inspired, I began to see the connectedness of all those pieces and how my attitude and the things I am attracted to effect the output...my art!! And really...It was a beautiful thing. I hope you click the link above and read the article! I'd love to hear what you think, what inspires your creativity! And like I said in the interview, I am always on the look out for inspiring music, a total sucker for weeping strings and cow bells...Feel free to share the music you love!!
Sometimes it's the little thoughtful details that define the mood of a memory or make a moment something deeply enjoyable. The stationary a sweet thank you note is written on and hand mailed. An artfully prepared meal made of locally grown, wholesome, delicious ingredients. Perhaps the way the light shines through an amazing silk curtain in a luxurious hotel.
I think of handmade, well crafted luxuries in this way, as little details that make one savor the small moments. I simply love putting on my favorite pair of very-worn handmade leather boots, still, every time. They only get lovelier with each passing year and well worth every penny I spent on them.
I love the way a simple necklace can can feel so good to put on because of its handmade clasp. Or a pair of simple hoops earrings are extra fabulous because you can see the handcrafted quality in them. I treasure little thoughtful details that improve the quality of life a tad little bit. It's what handmade artisan jewelry is about I think. Something that is crafted with love...with attention to detail and maybe even custom designed with you in mind. A treat like that resonates...for a long time.
So I was reminded of this today as I packaged up a bunch of Honey Tribe lovelies that were being shipped to their new homes. I wrapped them in gorgeous hand printed paper and smiled, thinking about how good it might feel to open such a delightful package, and then stripping the beauty away to the treasure beneath! Ahhh! I am vowing to remember the details more...not just in my business, but in MY own life as well!
Once I opened my mind to finding heart rocks I have been unable to shut off the ability to see them. I see heart rocks everywhere I go. I can scan a pile of rocks and see hearts immediately. The shape has been burned into my mind's eye.
My dog Purl and I run on a trail in the woods everyday and my pastime while we run is looking for the heart rocks we cruise over...When at our favorite beach...which just so happens to be covered in tiny smooth rocks, i hunt them out. I just can't help it. My door step is overrun with my little gathering of heart rocks. Big ones. The little ones all live inside nestled together on a gorgeous table sized tray from India...
Two of these smaller ones have been "chosen" however and are patiently waiting on my bench. They are each to be bezel set in silver and shrouded in a bunch of love and gifted by my customers to two fabulous, loved and amazing women. Stay tuned for photos. I rarely work in silver and am actually very excited about the opportunity. Love love love.
Running. It's a big part of my life...My dog Purl and I run most mornings and are so blessed to live here in Maine where we see such beauty that we don't realize how hard we are working to get there!
Last week, right as summer drew to a close, we ran into an egret in the marsh. A lone, stoic, gorgeous creature. The next day there were over a dozen in the same marshy pool. Each one majestic in itself, but the group of them was so powerful.
My amazing friend, Kristen, from 5 Elements Design looked up their meaning as a totem animal for me...and it was quite profound. This is what it said:
The seasons changing in Maine stirs a shift in the population of the state. The tourists go home. Those that are "from here" hunker down. We pull out our favorite woolens, sweaters and socks. We finish stacking the firewood and canning the vegetables from our gardens. We plan intimate little gatherings to stay social. We try to ignore the almanac that says we are going to have the coldest snowiest winter that we've seen in years and we remain optimistic. Optimism is an act of bravery. For even the most weathered Mainer it is sometimes hard to endure the entirety of the cold hearted winter without a little whining. But every year make it through and we stay here...because our summers are so magnificently glorious and this state is just a treasure of beauty.
In Maine winters last and last. There is no getting around it. And don't get me wrong, there is beauty and fun and wonder aplenty in the winter. But it's cold. And there is a frozen barrier between my bare feet and the earth. I am reminded that winter is coming on this first day of autumn...but in addition to my winter preparations I am set on relishing in the last days of sun and warmth. Taking some time to dig in the dirt and sand before it is frozen. To walk barefoot outside before snow falls and stings my feet into woolen submission. Enjoying the present and working outside on my jewelry as much as possible.
Personally I have gathered some gorgeous stones and leathers and metals to keep me working and creative for the cold months. So many ideas and beautiful ingredients are definitely keeping me optimistic about winter. Honey Tribe will be full to the brim of the fruit of the inspiration I've canned. So please check back often!