A restlessness started to creep inside me. I don’t know where exactly. In my veins, my nerve system, my head or my chest? Nowhere and everywhere. A grumpiness that I couldn’t put my finger on. A desire to explode in slow-motion, to vaporise and then pop-up somewhere else, with my hands holding tools and small pieces of metal, and my eyes thinking loud. The kind of place where my heart begins to sing.
My studio is still temporary in use as bedroom, so I don’t have much chance to work with metal.
What to do when your fingers cry and beg – they were almost down on their knees, I swear!
– Please, can we make some jewellery? Just something little – pleeease!
So, here is an intermezzo in red and blue. If my hands want to work, I give them work. The end of the story is that it did help, I feel much better now! See the gallery view for more details.
Technique: Tunisian (aka Afghan) crochet.
I’m curious to know: If you had a little bag or container of some sort that you could wear around your neck, what would you keep in it? Do you already have some jewellery that you can fill with things?