Music has a connection to everything I do. I grew up in a very creatively motivated home. My parents painted, sang, and played instruments. There was usually music on somewhere in the house. I recall playing The Talking Heads on my stereo while my older brother below me played Nat King Cole and my younger brother next to him played Rush. My mother would have opera or classical playing on her stereo in the living room…only if there wasn’t a string quartet in our large living room or one of us kids practicing piano, flute, drums or guitar. None of us children became virtuosos but, we all became very dependent on music. All of us had music on more than the TV back in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s…long before video games and cellphones.
I feel lost without music in the background. Some of my best ideas come when I’m concentrating on the music or after I see a live show. The key for me is live shows. I’m energized and in a great mood for days after a concert. I like to go to concerts the way some people go to movies. It’s an escape for me.
So, it makes perfect sense that my Beads and Maille creations are increasingly becoming influenced by music.
That will be my new mission. Vegan leather, guitar pick and musical note pendants and charms, more red and black, more black with brighter colors and more stainless steel.
I finally sat down and made myself a pair of earrings. I’ve been so obsessed with making sellable jewelry that I’ve let myself go! Here’s what I did:
I bought the peace signs a loooooong time ago meaning to make earrings for me. I bought the small silver plated rings in June for another project but, I like chainmaille so much that I wanted to incorporate it into my little project.
It was practice for me. I’ve been using primarily aluminum rings which really don’t require any tools because they are so soft and easy to open and close. Silver, stainless steel and copper aren’t quite as easy especially the little tiny ones. I want to try to make longer chains using gold, silver and stainless steel rings.
I also have a pattern for a chainmaille vest that I promised my boyfriend about 2 years ago…time has been against me. It’s going to be a big, tedious process but I’m determined. I bought the recommended tools (bent nose pliers) and I used them for the chainmaille in these earrings. They worked beautifully.
For practice, I’m planning on making some more of the small chainmaille jewelry for myself and then plan on selling it in my Etsy shop.
Let me know what you think!
“Perhaps the best part of soaring is the always changing, always beautiful skyscape. Though I live in an unremarkable region of coastal plains and piedmont, the sky offers daily wonders.
Keen observers of the air, glider pilots often see things others miss. The annual migration of raptors south. The gossamers of migrating spiders glinting on our wings. A monarch butterfly 4,000 feet above the ground, fluttering its way to Central America. A tumultuous roll cloud, marking the turbulence beneath the glassy smooth but powerful lift of mountain wave, and the lens shaped clouds stacked above it. The grey tendrils that sometimes form below a cumulus cloud, marking especially strong eddies of lift. The concave bottoms of cumulus clouds that mark the very strongest of thermals. The extraordinary sensation of flying into a column of smoke rising from a field fire—opaque from the outside, but transparent once inside.“
-Christopher C. O’Callaghan
The above was written by my brother for an article in a soaring magazine a few years ago. What it shows me is his ability to see more than what is right in front of you. His fascination with the world beyond his and his hunger to know more than the fact that the butterflies are up there, he wanted to know why and where they were going.
The message to me is that he really lived. He didn’t just dream, he explored. If he wanted to do something, he did it.
Three years ago today, he died doing one of the many things he had explored for the last 30 years. He died in a collision during a soaring competition.
We were all devastated. We still miss him desperately. But…we also know that life is unpredictable and if there is anything positive we can extract from this tragedy, it’s that we know he lived. And, we know he died doing something that he loved.