Samuel Wayne Blazer entered the world on Friday the thirteenth of February at 9:54 pm (EST) weighing 7 pounds 9 ounces and measuring 21 inches long. He is perfect in every way and we are so very happy!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Zen in the Studio
As I was sitting in my studio this afternoon working on heart pendants (Valentine's Day is on the way!), I started realizing how much pleasure I got from meticulously sanding all the imperfections away. It struck me as a little odd. What kind of person gets so much happiness from such a simple act? Was it even what I was doing or was it just that I had quiet time to myself? Could it be the music playing (Angels and Airwaves)? Although they DO rock, it wasn't the music...and I don't think it was the time alone...I JUST LOVE WHAT I DO!!!
I love going into studio and losing track of time. I love going in there when I'm feeling overwhelmed and frustrated and coming back out feeling refreshed. I love the smell of my liver of sulfur. I love all the dirt and grime from my tripoli polishing compound. I even love it when I drive a bur into my finger and remind myself to keep my fingers out of the way!
I remember being in college and this wonderful professor of mine, Tom McGovern, had us read "Zen and the Art of Archery" in our intro. sculpture class. One part reads, "The archer ceases to be conscious of himself as the one who is engaged in hitting the bull's-eye which confronts him. This state of unconscious is realized only when, completely empty and rid of the self, he becomes one with the perfecting of his technical skill, though there is in it something of a quite different order which cannot be attained by any progressive study of the art...". It is this that has followed me to my studio...my losing of oneself in my work.
I love going into studio and losing track of time. I love going in there when I'm feeling overwhelmed and frustrated and coming back out feeling refreshed. I love the smell of my liver of sulfur. I love all the dirt and grime from my tripoli polishing compound. I even love it when I drive a bur into my finger and remind myself to keep my fingers out of the way!
I remember being in college and this wonderful professor of mine, Tom McGovern, had us read "Zen and the Art of Archery" in our intro. sculpture class. One part reads, "The archer ceases to be conscious of himself as the one who is engaged in hitting the bull's-eye which confronts him. This state of unconscious is realized only when, completely empty and rid of the self, he becomes one with the perfecting of his technical skill, though there is in it something of a quite different order which cannot be attained by any progressive study of the art...". It is this that has followed me to my studio...my losing of oneself in my work.
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