Tag Archives: creativity

Wait For It

I’m in awe of artists that can create everyday.

If I could find that daily inspiration, I’m pretty sure I would too.

Problem is … I can’t force the artist within, I have to coax her, like a lost dog on the street.

For me … there has to be a catalyst and that catalyst has to have friends that want to play nice together.

When they do … Oh, what a feeling 😉 … it has to be better than a runner’s high!

Unfortunately, I can’t seem to run far enough to get inspiration to kick in … it’ll come to me when it’s time and still learning that the joy is in the journey;)

“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
― Lemony Snicket

Go Glue Something

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Setting Up Shop

If someone had asked me how many mosaic tile supplies there are in my studio, my answer would have been 2 maybe 300 variations of tile and glass.

Well, our Etsy shop just reached our 100th item (whew!) and I haven’t even nicked the surface.

I’m finding that the most difficult thing about posting on Etsy is going through the motions to post an item only to realize that I’m not ready to part with it.

Release.

Relinquish.

Did someone say pieces?
Did someone say pieces?

Losing My Marbles

A jar of glass marbles jumped off the shelf, inspiration granted.

The vintage window was purchased in Orange, California with my sista friend, Alice.  A fun day was had by all.

Lovin’ the glass heart porthole! Sorry, sold.

glass-on-glass-window
“Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.” ― Jim Carroll  -SOLD

“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t “try” to do things. You simply “must” do things.” — Ray Bradbury

Glass on Glass
Glass on Glass

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.” — Pearl S. Buck