Inalienable Rights – Inspiration 3
Hidden Under the Leaves
I continue to research, meditate, and watch for the ‘secrets hidden under every leaf’ (part of a Native American prayer I recite from time to time) surrounding my next mosaic – Inalienable Rights. Over the past month I have had a few interesting synchronistic experiences that left me with a question, and after the third time 'it' happened, I asked, “What does this mean?”
I found a very interesting book on African Masks on Amazon. It was quite pricy but, based on what I could tell, well worth the asking price. As Amazon can be quite dizzyingly swift in delivering most items, it came the next day. It was a paperback version costing over $70. At that expense I resisted highlighting phrases and folding pages to mark interesting ceremonies surrounding the use of a particular mask. So, instead, I put colorful sticky strips as bookmarks and page holders.
When my mother moved in with me quite a while ago, I rented a storage unit to store furniture from my apartment to make room and, of course, for some of her belongings. She passed about a year and a half ago. It’s been an ongoing process of organizing and dissolving the items in storage.
My mother was an artist and kept a library of books on artistic expressions and artists.
This particular week I had gone by there to repack and send off some art books to a non-profit art school – The Chicago Mosaic School.
As soon as I opened the storage unit, to my right, I found the same exact book I had ordered from Amazon, only in
hard cover. I had set it aside for me from the books I intended to donate about a month ago.
Most of my mosaic materials have been stones, minerals, found objects, and Smalti glass. I had not used stained glass in my work for years. I had given away “most” of my stained glass and only kept pieces that were extremely interesting in color, texture, and swirls of coloring. However, for my current piece I decided to include a section or two of stain glass.
Now… where did I put that glass cutter? I looked high and low and then remembered that I had thrown it out because the oil I put in it was leaking. None of the craft stores in my area sold glass cutters, so off I went to Delphi Glass, an hour and ten-minute drive, to buy a new one. I found out later that I could have just replaced the washer or not used oil at all. Oh well, at least I also got a chance to visit a friend who lived in that area, found some must have stained glass, and had my new tool. I love a new tool.
It was a nice drive and visit. I headed back home in time to get there before dark with my new glass cutter in hand. When I got in the door I was very pleased with myself; I was going to include materials I hadn’t used in some time, and sat down to commence cutting – no oil this time.
I’m cutting and designing, deciding my shapes, placements, as well as my how-to-do solutions. I pick my head up to take a breath, staring at my tool pegboard and low and behold there it was… The glass cutter I bought – of course through Amazon – right after I threw the old one out. It had been sitting there, draped across two pegs at the top of my pegboard for years.
I’ll share the third episode with you later.