“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.”
― Gustave Flaubert
I have a creative block. The muse has gone on vacation. Flaubert’s words can be applied to the creation of artisan jewelry just as well as to the musical arts. There are days when the creative block swallows me whole and impedes all work. Today was one of those days. I am fortunate to have two commissions from an individual, but am engulfed with frustration. Designing is the most difficult process in creating artisan jewelry (or anything as far as I am concerned) and can either flow with ease, or, become a living nightmare of disconnected thoughts and unfocused lines on a page. Designing is a force which fervently demands attention.
Ovals are my enemy. These two fine cabochons are Willow Creek and Biggs jaspers, and they are oval. My mind prefers working in the organic realm - freeform stones with undulating borders that allow for expanded asymmetry. Maybe that’s a sign of an unbalanced mind. Not really, asymmetry with balance is the utmost delicious luxury and I relish it. The challenge, therefore, is to “work outside the oval,” eventually arriving at a pleasant and unique perspective and a final design by playing with color, texture, adding, subtracting, drawing, erasing until the pattern clicks into finality.
So, here I am, uncomfortable, wrestling, like Sisyphus pushing the rock uphill, to capture the elusive vision hiding and lurking just out of my reach.
In the words of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince: “A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.” I will post my progress…