Each of these small wooden circles measures only one and a half inches in diameter. Yet in each one, there is a lot going on. Some definitely are more simple than others. They just came together with ease, and felt finished. Others are more worked, and that is because they didn’t flow as well initially. A color may have been wrong. Or my hand slipped as I applied the enamel paint, so that a cover up became essential. Some of those become my favorites because they have more history. Enamel paint is fun to work with because it dries very quickly and is opaque, making layering possible.
Each one has a magnet attached to the back, so they are useful items to have.
I love making them for several reasons. It is fun to work with a water-based paint instead of oil. It is really fun and challenging to work that small. It takes concentration to do them. I need to keep breathing as I work or something inevitably goes wrong. I get a lot of information from doing so many of them at once. It is liberating to think of them as functional. Getting an energetic brushstroke with a tiny little brush is not easy for me. And doing them gives me a lot of information for doing my other paintings. Frees the hand, informs the eye, engages the brain.
The holiday season has arrived. It’s official. The frenzy has begun. This year as always, I am caught up with everything that I have to do, complicated by my return trip to PA and all that typically entails.
So painting these little jewels has given me a way to quiet my mind and focus my energy on one single thing. At least while I was working on them. They are magnets by the way. And I had a lot of fun making them. Of course, I thought that I’d be able to whip them out in no time. But I should have known that would never work for me. Instead each one is a little world of its own and each one took me to a different place and taught me different things.
They will be available at the Hope (New Jersey) Craft Market this Saturday, December 3rd, and at the Wellspring Craft show the following weekend, December 10th and 11th.
Somehow it all comes together, and keeps coming together. My past, present and future. The chance to share my art work, my ability to practice and teach Reiki, the deep need to stay connected with dear friends, the desire for jazz. Feels so complete, familiar, safe. But let’s not forget the humidity, the allergies, the poison ivy. The reality. It’s all here in Delaware Water Gap, all around me. All OK. Somehow it works. Four times a year. Coming back. Time after time.