Sunday, March 4, 2007
The Dormant Blog
Humm ... I'm not very good at keeping up with this, am I? My good friend, let's call him Andre (again, protecting the names of the innocent) an impressively intelligent Ph.D. candidate in his final year at Ohio State, has brought this to my attention. At least I can legitimately argue that I'm consistently bad in all forms of electronic communication :)
So, what has kept me from posting? School mostly. Trying to create and gather the items I want to list in my new (but completely empty) eBay store - slightly. Paying attention to my husband - quite a bit. Feeling exhausted - tons. When my mom learned about my blog and read the first posts she said: your readers want to know about your creative process. I wish I could say that it was a mystical combination of meditation, application of visual design theory, and inspiration; mostly it's the manifestation of frustration and borderline insanity. It's whatever comes out, as the creative process is my release from a cycle of increasing tension in the rest of my life (as well as the more business-related aspects of the creative process). In some small way, by buying my work, one could say that you helped save my life, as each piece is part of ensuring I don't completely abandon myself to the deep end.
I have a related-but-unrelated point about electrical wiring in rental properties. I recently purchased an oxygen concentrator so I wouldn't have to keep buying tanked oxygen to run my torch. (The torch is to melt the glass rods with which I make my beads, or the small jewelers torch with which I solder sterling silver components.) The concentrator, of course, runs of electricity, as does my kiln. (the kiln is on at 950 degrees F while I make beads, into which I place finished beads, to ensure that stress fractures, caused by too-rapid cooling, do not develop in the beads. When I'm done with a bead-making session, my kiln is programmed to run through an annealing cycle, which eliminates any stress points that developed while I was making the bead.) If I want to make elaborate beads, which is often the case, both the kiln and concentrator need to be running at the same time. I get about an hour, maybe two, before the fuse blows, unless every other item on the circut, including lights, are turned off - impossible when Sean is home or it is getting late, or I need my computer on to check posts for my online classes. Being in a townhome where I cannot rewire has turned the convenience of an oxygen concentrator into an inconvenience, which is extraordinarily frustrating! GrRRRRrRRRRrrrr!
Finally, today is my half-birthday! For those of you unfamiliar with half-birthdays, it is the day exactly between your last birthday and your next birthday, or the day you get to say you're something-and-a-half-years-old. Happy half-birthday to me! I want my half cake!
Posted by AutEv at 3:17 PM