Winding down after my mosaics class. Not as relaxing as usual as a deadline looms. We have an exhibition soon and my piece is not ready.
I’m going to have to find time and space at home to work on it. So, my blogs may soon be typed with fingers bloodied from toiling with the tile nippers.
So forgive me in advance if I start babbling about beads and buttons and fragments of china I’ve picked up from the foreshore, bus stop glass and found earrings and broken jewelry.
This rubbish is what my dreams are made from.