Sunday, September 19, 2010
Taking a Break
The first worst job is cleaning the mold from the outside before you can open the gourd and clean the inside. Washing the mold is dirty and messy and requires old clothes, a good pot scrubber and lots of water. It is all part of the process and when these two things are finished I can enjoy the next steps to creating. Then I can become the artist and stop being the laborer.
When I work on cleaning the inside of the gourds, my mind wanders, I listen the the music in the Cd player, it is most always flute music. I think about the performers playing for me in the studio, I have met so many of them, enjoyed their classes, gone to their concerts. It amazes me the journey the gourds have taken me on, a totally unexpected journey. Then I remember all the amazing people I have come to know because of gourds. My gourd supplier, my faithful collectors and the other admirers of my work, they all make me smile.
I started going to Fine Art Shows, selling my gourds because I couldn't stop making them, I knew I couldn't keep them all! I was then exposed to the sound of the Native American flute during this time. Then my gourds started changing, I stopped fighting my desire to do designs from the southwest, I started listening to my heart now. I often ponder when everything in my life started to change. I have been making gourd art for eleven years now, I am hoping to give an inventory number to my two thousandth gourd before November! That doesn't count the many Santa's and Snowmen made, the ornaments and necklaces. I only number the things that are my original designs and big enough to be considered collectible. I rarely make Santa's or snowmen now, it just doesn't feel right.
Now I am wondering why I am writing a blog, I have gourds waiting!