What is your story?
I finished my last piece this past week. It's actually kind of bizarre to have no pending pieces to work on at the moment. I do have a wonderful sense of closure, but yet it's bittersweet. Gone is my workspace in my Dad's garage.
It honestly stood out quite starkly among his abundance of silver steel. Let's face it...men tend to purchase tools more austere in color. I, however, had my table in the corner that had multitudes of colors on it from all of my past work. It was really more like a canvas that closely represented my growth as an artist. Each color holding memories individually, yet collectively creating and deepening in richness through each layer as I grew through each piece I refinished. This table has now been retired to the corner, and my sawdust has all been swept away. A hole is left in the center now and I wonder how quickly life will move on and the space will be filled once again. Will it be as if I was never there?
Life is similar to my space in the garage. We only have but a brief moment on this earth and then our table or rather life is closed up and put in a corner. Often to be forgotten over time. I think that is why we all long to leave something behind in this world. The Ripple effect as it's called. I know that I have the obvious ripples in my life...my husband and my children. However, I want to go beyond this and think about the people of the past. Particularly in the furniture I stumble upon and restore. What if that piece is their ripple? Yes, I know I don't truly know who they are, but yet, to pass this furniture on again into time continues the ripple. It's almost a dual layer of rippling when you think about it. The piece itself it provided a new existence to share with another owner, and then owner get's the joy of using something once made and used by someone long ago. Just one piece of furniture can hold the touch of so many, and through his-story it becomes our story - to share.
So, as I set this piece up for sale...I wonder,
It honestly stood out quite starkly among his abundance of silver steel. Let's face it...men tend to purchase tools more austere in color. I, however, had my table in the corner that had multitudes of colors on it from all of my past work. It was really more like a canvas that closely represented my growth as an artist. Each color holding memories individually, yet collectively creating and deepening in richness through each layer as I grew through each piece I refinished. This table has now been retired to the corner, and my sawdust has all been swept away. A hole is left in the center now and I wonder how quickly life will move on and the space will be filled once again. Will it be as if I was never there? Life is similar to my space in the garage. We only have but a brief moment on this earth and then our table or rather life is closed up and put in a corner. Often to be forgotten over time. I think that is why we all long to leave something behind in this world. The Ripple effect as it's called. I know that I have the obvious ripples in my life...my husband and my children. However, I want to go beyond this and think about the people of the past. Particularly in the furniture I stumble upon and restore. What if that piece is their ripple? Yes, I know I don't truly know who they are, but yet, to pass this furniture on again into time continues the ripple. It's almost a dual layer of rippling when you think about it. The piece itself it provided a new existence to share with another owner, and then owner get's the joy of using something once made and used by someone long ago. Just one piece of furniture can hold the touch of so many, and through his-story it becomes our story - to share.
So, as I set this piece up for sale...I wonder,
What story will this piece go on to tell...?
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