I've rediscovered these earrings. They were made 20 years ago from objects found on a city street, in a drawer, a dumpster or bought in a bricks and mortar bead shop; not in an online-madeinchina-cyber-emporium. There was always something inspiring about being able to see, touch and feel the components and materials, bead-hanks, findings, wire, thread and tools that defined these places. It was a real-time, full-on experience that unless you've known first hand, is very difficult to explain.
But, many of those shops have moved to the matrix and I have moved to a place that continually tries to soften my rough edges, clean up the sloppy mess that is my creativity. Now, I have to remain vigilant and look for opportunities to be inspired. It takes a lot more attention and focus than before. In a way, the lack of stimulus causes me to force-fit most things around me in order to spark my brain into action.
Here is a special effects photo taken of new curtains and fairy lights that led me to make these earrings.
This manipulated photo of wire baskets I made 12 years ago and another taken of the lit stove led me to design the earrings below....
None of this is earth-shattering stuff. People use all kinds of things for inspiration, so it's nothing new.
I suppose I just miss those tactile days of dirty city living when inspiration could come from an abandoned building, rubble in an empty parking lot, graffiti on a burned-out car. Whatever the source, it always came from left-of-centre; an unexpected joy.
Telling stories and making jewellery since the days of big hair and eyeliner.