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Magic, one bead at a time

I delight in the earthy and the glitzy, usually together. By age 7 I knew I was obsessed with beads because I spent my first Christmas money on dime store tree garlands to wear as necklaces! At Halloween I was festooned as a gypsy, complete with my mother’s grapevine choker of green glass grapes and jangling brass leaves.

I love the look of all beads—shiny, matte, translucent, stone, and primitive. I love their feel, their voice (they always have stories to tell that surprise me), and even their smell. My particular enchantment is with very tiny seed beads. My work is often asymmetrical and dimensional, and it is there where meditation and mystery wait.

After 7 years of beading, I realize that I am not in charge of my own work—I bead without a plan. I bead to see what will emerge, what will say, “Look, here I am!” My first beading teacher, Serena Colvin, taught me to ask, “What would happen if we….?” and then to play and jump, even if it takes my breath.

 

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