Before I turned 50, stringing beads, making jewelry (or any other object for that matter), making BEADS, from glass or paper, cat fur or sea shells, clay or plastic had never even remotely crossed my mind, and torches and kilns were for other folk. My creativity was musical, and I rarely even wore jewelry, much less made it. Well Baby, Look at Me Now!! An on-the-job injury and what felt like a bajillion surgeries over the next ten years grounded me. I suppose I could've written the world's greatest symphonies, or composed the ultimate folk album, but poor pain control necessitated doing something that could be if needed, completely mindless, useful as a distraction from unceasing pain, when thinking, much less any sort of creative thinking was just not possible. I don't remember who got me beads and needles and thread, but beading was the answer to a question I hadn't known was asking, and as the treatment of severe chronic pain improved, so did my health, and before I knew it I had not only joined the local bead society, but had bartered with a woman who wanted to try on teaching lampwork but wasn't sure if she could into a basic knowledge of that; fusion was hot on its heels, and when we moved, it seemed not only natural that I should have the bottom floor for a studio, but that I could probably even sell a bit of the best.......... And now at 55, my 'distraction' pays for itself and a bit more and gives me endless hours of working with beauty incarnate in as many forms and shapes as I can imagine, and has added to my life a deep dimension of joy that I had thought possible ony with the playing, writing, and teaching of music- and the results of my labors are far more tangible.......

Thanks Trish

Copyright © by Bead Zoo All Right Reserved.

Published on: 2006-04-02 (1911 reads)