I love making jewelry. I love the jewelry I make. Therefore, selling a piece of jewelry feels like giving a beloved cat up for adoption because the new live-in boyfriend has cat allergies. The elation of extra money in the bank gets drowned in tears over the parting with my adorable, fluffy, hug-able kitty-cat. Continue reading
When Richard invited me to be an author on my favorite blog, i.e. In Harsh Light, I was delighted. He has given me leave to explore the phenomenon of my creative process in all its tangential absurdity.
So, to begin my authorship, I’ve unearthed a typological conversation between Richard and myself that demonstrates some of the improvisational exercises that froth my creative juices. Here is the uncensored transcript from the vault of Google Buzz posts dated February, 2010 Continue reading