Sometimes, pieces start one way, the creative process taking firm hold. Progress happens nicely, then stops. Full Stop.
Maybe one’s creative mojo takes a holiday. (I swear some times I see her off in the distance, sipping mojitos on a sandy beach, thumbing her nose at me!)
Other times, well, the direction I thought I was taking is no longer where the piece wants to go. We discuss.
That’s what happened here. When I started, I knew this was going to be a brooch. The colors were working, the shape was good…then I got to the final edging, and the cabochon no longer said “brooch”. It was demanding, “Make Me Something Else.”
To paraphrase comedian Tom Papa, “Have you ever heard a piece of jewelry stamp it’s foot? I have.” Being the obedient artist that I am, a beaded bail was added instead of a pin back. A bronze chain finished things nicely. We both breathed a sigh of relief.
Left turn completed. Collision avoided.