scattered and bright

This is how last weekend started for me.

Really beautiful, but a bit overwhelming.

I was given the opportunity to be a part of a small art show, and gave myself five days to prepare. Inspiration always hits me at the last second it seems. 

The concept of being made new, of coming to life just wouldn't leave my head. So that's what I went with. 

naked skull.jpg

I started with this old guy. He's been all lonely in my parents' garage for years, so I figured he was a perfect contestant for the project. Plus, I mean just look at that face ( :

Then I guess I lost it a littl. I knew I wanted to work with a bouquet and a steer skull, and had neglected to plan any further. 

In the chaos that was my mind that day, it just made sense to start pulling the flowers apart. The petals were so fragile, but I was able to work quickly. Soon I had a small pile gathered on the floor.

It was one of the prettiest messes I've ever made- it even smelled nice! It felt so fitting for that week- chaotic and busy with really wonderful things. 

I don't often get to work with my hands on a project these days. Most of my time is spent behind a lens or the computer screen. I love those things, but this was a pleasant change.

 From there I started to gingerly place the petals on the skull. The process was time consuming to say the least.... But also therapeutic in a way. The messy petal pile disappeared and transformed into a bright mosaic of sorts. 

From there I started to gingerly place the petals on the skull. The process was time consuming to say the least.... But also therapeutic in a way. The messy petal pile disappeared and transformed into a bright mosaic of sorts. 

It was kind of like seeing all of the wonderful things in my life that I sometimes complain about, all lined up in pretty patterns. I realized how ridiculous my 'woes' can be.

I only have laundry to do because I have clothes.

Busy evenings because I have great people to spend them with. 

Having a lot of good obligations is not a real problem. Those things only lend to a more colorful and beautiful life, really.

This turned out to be one of my favorite projects. Part of it was because working with my hands makes me think more than usual.

Part of it is that arranging petals can be more gratifying than clicking with a mouse. 

In trying to illustrate life renewed, beauty coming from ugly, and old being made new, I was humbled to recognize all the beauty and renewal in my life. 

Who knew old bones and flowers could be such teachers? 

The week was a busy one as usual, but that stubborn old skull helped me to appreciate the laundry a little, at least ( :

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