Goodbye summer of 2015. I can't see the back of you fast enough. You have been unkind and full of tricky business, nasty suprises and nastier people.
But if you think for one minute you've gotten the upper-hand with the double-dealing, under-handed lunacy you've sent my way, think again. I laugh in the face of adversity and reach for the polymer.
Which brings me here. There is someting ultimately soothing and overwhelmingly therapeutic about polymer. It's not clay of course, it doesn't have the same earthy components or squishy qualities however, it molds and folds and can be sculpted much the same as clay. And, it has infinite scope and lasting durability. It is strong and chip-resistant, yet pliable enough not to break. All of the qualities I needed this summer.
So when the heat was on, when a creep from the past and their henchman slithered out from under their rock, I turned on the oven and baked bezels. Tons of them. And the most wonderful part was they morphed in an unplanned way from the very simplistic to the stunningly intricate. As I worked through the challenge the designs became more complex, more (to my eye) beautiful. I'm no stranger to therapy, it has served me well, but it was as if the summer's harshness combined with polymer's giving nature were honing me even further. Cutting away the outmoded parts of me. Showing how far I have come and offering me a new design for my life.
I discovered a tremendous amount. Unearthed many truths (including what they were doing). But the most important thing of all is what I realised about myself as an artist and my desire and capability to create my own kind of beauty in a world that so badly needs it.
Telling stories and making jewellery since the days of big hair and eyeliner.