I was faced with a weekend full of rain, all custom orders have been filled, I spent almost two weeks making pieces to sell locally and to send to Costa Rica for Christmas.
I then had some time off, and found myself without knowing what to do, since one of my goals is not to pressure myself so much, I decided to apply the one advice I always gave some of my friends, I think that when you don’t know what to make, is good to think of something simple, once you find yourself working, you get the ball rolling and more ideas will come, the next thing you know the whole afternoon has passed.
So I started with cleaning my workshop, because sitting down in a workspace that looks like a tornado passed by it, is not very encouraging.
(usually there is no room for a needle on top of that bench, but that’s between you and I)
Anyways..
Thinking of something I like.
Its no secret I am in love with this book, and back in the day on my second jewelry class I remember telling my teacher I wanted to make something with the original illustrations, years passed me by and I guess I always wanted something so unique, so complex…that I never made it.
But sometimes we should just start, even with something simple like I said before, so it had to be the boa.
So it was time to work:
“I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: “Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?”
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
The grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them”
Then, I couldn’t let go of the last page, because I remember so clearly when I was little and I read this for the first time:
“This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.”
I probably was 9 and I remember telling my mom how he had gone back home, but that it was ok he was alive and he could return , later on in life after reading it over and over again it is probably my favorite ending of a book, it just brings me back to when I was a little girl and my first innocent impression of the Little Prince.
