It's not unlike seeing a person when they first wake up in the morning. Before coffee. Before a comb. Before the assemblage that it takes to make oneself presentable to the world.
The process involved in making a piece of jewellery can be sloppy, unsightly, disagreeable even.
Here we are, a bit past mid-point to finished product and as you can see, it is a very fine mess. Notice however, that even while making a mess (bad glasses - the lady in you-know-where-Savers told me to get new ones but I refused because those people think everyone should change their glasses like every other day (it's a cult, I swear) PLUS - I can be, at times, impatient and sometimes I can space-out while needing to pay attention to where the resin is actually landing) I do maintain a sense of organisation.
Athough we have multiple spillages, leakages (see partially-assembled future necklace to the left) and nearly overflowing bezels, note the anally-retentive placing of accoutrement, the juxtaposition (what a word- what a fabulous word) of polymer to cardboard. Note as well, the precise positioning of the paper. My lunch (who eats lunch while pouring resin, I ask you) did not escape but I can use the tomato that has fallen victim as a bead at some point.
I may never be co-ordinated enough to teach classes in jewellery-making or find my work in the highest of high-end galleries. I may always have the hair of Medusa upon waking and the work habits of a three-year-old but, I will always enjoy the process even if my hand does occassionally, get stuck to the desk.
'Hey, you scrub up alright.'
Telling stories and making jewellery since the days of big hair and eyeliner.