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Sunday, September 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Summer...
summer
Winter is the time for hibernation reflection stopping and evaluation and summer is the time for traveling planning dreaming cultivating and working on the "FALL"
( http://www.turtleswebb.blogspot.com ) . I draw my inspiration from...stones and...(wait for it...)
August and July for years have seen me on the road...Penland School of Craft in North Carolina, Co. Wicklow in Ireland again and again and ...Cannes in France, Frankfurt and Dusseldorf in Germany, but my first voyage I don't remember. I will never know even how old I was 1 1/2 or 3 years old. Sometime before language, I was sent to...Humboldt in Tennessee.
I feel like I woke up their, from the sleep of the universe. I came to consciousness there as myself...Sonda. That place, that memory is were my soul resides. It is one of my beginnings...
This year...I am dreaming of traveling and ideas and ideas and ideas...
FALL is coming on fast. One can see it in the changing of the light in the mornings. One can smell it and sense it's presents mostly in August mornings...
The adage goes..."cut once measure twice" when one is working with precious metals it more like measure thrice. The time is now...ideas are swirling- metal and stones are en route...the anxiety of the coming holiday season and all that that means for self employed artists is raising. Summer , l'ete pas de vacance pour moi. It is exciting, to begin, the work of making new pieces....
Summer...
When pigs fly and the professional artist makes the impossible happen...twenty two years and counting...
Witnessing,
Sonda
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