It’s all I have to bring today

by Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886

This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

(this poem is in the public domain)

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Jasper and Copper on knotted silk

Try, try, try again

Etched Sterling Silver long necklace “If at first you don’t succeed…”

So much of my life has been about trying again. When I was a teenager, my mom once told me that it was important to be true to oneself. I had no idea what she meant. I thought you had to fit in, work hard to get recognized. I failed at that many times. My kids now say “mom has to commit to her work”. So here I am being an artist. It’s still very hard. I’m still trying again.

A Micro-Holiday for the Eyes

 

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A long and a short necklace. Copper, glass and stone.

Jewelry is easier to sell than paintings. From a practical point of view, it’s clear: it’s easier to accommodate a small, affordable work than a large canvas. Someone once told me that people buy jewelry even in tough times because it can lift the spirit. I am curious about this power. How does it do that? Maybe because we like (need) eye food. Looking at, and holding jewelry is an intimate experience. A meditation of sorts, a right brain micro-holiday; and I think most of my supporters have magpie traits, too.

Magpie spirit

No matter where I am, my eye will find small pieces of metal, old nails, screws and mysterious bits of hardware that fall off cars and trucks. Their shape, color and texture form unnoticed tiny sculptures on the road and in parking lots. I always pick them up. In thrift stores an unknown force draws me to the counter where the old jewelry is kept. Smooth pebbles and shells on the beach keep me happily hunting for hours. The thought of going to a bead store is so thrilling, that I cannot think of anything else until I actually go and spend a long time handling all the strands, seriously straining the patience of anyone who has the misfortune of accompanying me on the trip. I am not alone in this, I am part of a tribe of stone and bead lovers who have been here on this earth collecting small treasure to adorn others and ourselves ever since our index fingers and thumbs met.

I am a discerning magpie however, only stone, glass and other natural materials will do. Light refracts differently on these materials. There is a beckoning glow about them. I know it when I see it.

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Rainy Day

We finally got some rain. After a couple of weeks without any, and the ground as hard as a rock, it’s welcome. But the light in the studio isn’t very good today and I’m busy getting ready for the pop-up Chapel Hill Farmer’s Market on Thursday. It would be great to see you. I just etched some silver with the text: ‘Tis a lesson you should heed: try, try, try again. If at first you don’t succeed,try, try, try again; credited to William Edward Hickson. That is my new mantra.september-20

 

 

Welcome, Friends!

This is where Binary Star Studio will post images and notes about what’s happening in the studio while I migrate away from Facebook and into my own website. It will take a little while and I hope that I don’t lose you in the process. You will be able to subscribe to this blog and when new work is posted, you will receive an email. I want to thank you for your patience and your continued support.banner-image-square-2