My husband and I couldn’t resist.
We’d gone to the nearby town of Bluffton to the (wonderful!) HighTides Bead Shop – where I couldn’t resist either – and then popped into a few galleries along quaint Calhoun Street.
We came home with a box of blocks. They are the end pieces that an artist couldn’t use, so he cleverly bundled them up and sold them, box and all. Jeff wants to carve some, and I want to use some as “grounds” for art. We have a new box of toys!
This has all reminded me of the importance of play in creating. In other areas of life, too. I’d started the summer with a dutiful plan to add jogging to my walking routine – walk/jogging a few miles for two days in a row, then taking the third day off. I kept that pattern for a solid couple of weeks. Until I ended up at my regular neuromuscular massage therapy appointment with a twisted knee in addition to major aggravation to my still-recovering injured neck.
“Did I say you could jog?” asked my therapist. “Most people, when they run, lead with their head!” (a big no-no for me). “You can walk. Or ride a bike.”
So I finally did what I’ve intended to do since moving here to the coast– I bought a simple cruising bike at the hardware store.
No gears! No decisions! Granted, it doesn’t get my heart rate up quite the same way as running, but I go farther and actually enjoy it. And a magical thing happens when I climb onto the seat. I become 10 years old. Having grown up in Florida and spending countless hours on bicycles, I really do feel like a kid again whizzing by the water and ducking under Spanish moss.
One more box story. This week I dragged a box out from under the house, where I put it a year or so ago. My studio is upstairs in a wonderful historic building smack in the middle of downtown. I walk in and out, most days, via the wooden stairs in the back. The building is owned by a family which runs a lovely jewelry store, and there’s an art gallery and interior design shop there, too. I’ve been known to scavenge the boxes they’ve tossed out back. Maybe I’ve salvaged bubble wrap and shipping boxes.
Anyway, right after moving here, I walked down and saw a large box labeled “Necks.” Now tell me, would you have been able to just pass it on by?
Me neither. To my delight, it was full of discarded jewelry displays for necklaces. You can see in the pictures that I finally got around to sorting them and deciding some were worth cleaning up and spray painting.
Somehow I managed to spray a little paint toward my face. Thankful for glasses. But then I had to go to my studio and find some mineral spirits to get the specks off. It was bright and sunny when I left on my errand, and left my sparkly “new” necks out to dry. But a few blinks later, I was driving back home in a torrential storm. Oh, well – at least the necks will be really clean.
I’m finally getting around to making some more adventurous jewelry with typewriter keys. Here are a few examples of necklaces in the works, though I might still add a bit of vintage bling to the chains of the pendants.
Or perhaps I’ll leave these simple. But I’ve been amassing all these wonderful treasures to PLAY with…
If you’re in the downtown Beaufort area and in a playful mood tonight (Friday), swing by downtown for First Friday After Five. Several galleries and shops will be open with refreshments and such, including my studio.
Here’s to a summer full of creative surprises!