Acquiring a style of your own

Many years ago when I first began to create flame worked glass beads and jewelry I worried that as a new artist, I didn't have a style. I could not yet show a body of work that when seen, someone might say 'oh, I know that artist!'  I did not yet have a collection of pieces with an identity or a discernible similarity in each piece. A cohesiveness.
I needn't have worried. I've since learned that acquiring a style of your own as an artist is a natural evolution.

I spent some of my growing up years on a ranch in the Upper Halfway area of the Peace country in British Columbia, Canada. I wasn't really crazy about being there at the time, yet there were things about it that I loved. 
We lived on 2400 acres of pristine land that sat next to the long and winding Halfway River.  There was a natural spring of water that bubbled ..happily, it seemed to me,  up out the ground on a hill above our house, even in the dead of winter! Like some great amazing life force.
Some days I would sneak away with my battery operated radio [have I mentioned that I am 100?] on the back of Brumbee..a gentle gelding who was happiest when his nose was pointed toward the barn. Until then, he could only muster a plod, or if he was feeling magnanimous, a [resentful] trot.
I would find a pretty spot, tie Brumbee to a close bush, and lay listening to the birds and the music on the transistor radio, watching the treetops move with the drifting clouds. Plotting and Day dreaming.

The countryside in the wilds of British Columbia are compelling and beautiful. The colors of the earth are always changing. There is a distinct perfume to each of the seasons. The heady sweet scent of fuchsia colored rose hips in the Summer and the acrid smell of the undergrowth in the Fall..the new sap running through the birch in the Spring and somewhere, always a faint smell of smoke hanging in the dense icy air of Winter.
All of these elements have somehow carved their way into my bones and no matter how far I travel or how many years pass, they will forever be a part of me.

Below are a couple of my brothers photos [DC Nature Photography] of the magnificent Peace country where he and his family still live. 

Photo by Dan Cantlon Northern BC, Canada

Photo by Dan Cantlon Northern BC, Canada

In time, the basic process of bead making became second nature and I found that as I relaxed my own unique style began to emerge.  The simple things that brought me joy began to show up in the jewelry. I used rods of glass in the subdued earth colors you might find in nature..rich ochres, sage greens, the tender robin egg colored blues. I designed using texture and movement, petal and leaf curved line...always including a dark to play amidst the lights.

Recently, I took a small silversmithing class here in the Middle East..my teacher a master who has designed jewelry for some of the wealthiest Sheiks here in Doha.  He told stories of rooms built solely for the purpose of holding rows and rows of cufflinks.
I enjoyed the class and have been taking great satisfaction in constructing my own organic style clasps that mimic the curved petals that I love to design in the glass. Each are hand fabricated using mixed metals of sterling silver, copper or brass with a simple hook making them easy to do up. 
While these connectors are worked to be comfortable on your wrist, they are also rough hewn and earthen by design. I like to age them further with a patina so that they might look like they may have been buried somewhere for some time.
My makers mark the raven, is either stamped on the back or stamped on a small dot of sterling as a charm.

Detail of clasp on Art glass bracelet 'My mothers Garden'..Sold

'undergrowth' Available here

'Voodoo' Blue Wave Fine Art Gallery 

'Garden nights'  Available here

'Yesterday' Blue Wave Fine Art gallery

Paul Coelho in the Alchemist says this,

" You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it is better to listen to what it has to say."

and in there lies your Style.

Picnicking at the river with the charming M&M's



The art of Connecting with your Muse

Anyone in the field of art or design will tell you that there are days when they don’t feel very creative. That can be scary.
If your rent relies on you churning out new work, it can be very stressful to go through times where you just don’t want to even think about your art, never mind actually make anything. Especially if those days stretch into weeks!
Even for those who practice art solely for their own pleasure will begin to feel the drag on their life without the joy of “making” in it.

Don’t Let a Day Go By

I had a teacher once who told his students never to let a day go by without practicing your art. Does that sound exhausting? What if it’s just sketching your ideas – big loose, messy sketches? Too much? Maybe it’s just scrolling though the many color palettes on the Pantone site?
There have been some days where scrolling has been all the creative energy I could muster. But then something in the purple and green color combination was plucked from the pages and stored in some small compartment in my tiny brain to be retrieved one day in the work studio.
Maybe recharging your muse could be as simple as keeping an open journal when you travel. By “open” journaling I mean keeping a notebook for little drawings and all those great inspirational thoughts that can happen spontaneously when we’re relaxed. My notebook is mostly written thoughts with only a few drawings, but it works for me.

Love for the Magical Colours of a New Place

My husband and I moved to Israel in 2010 for three short years. When we disembarked at the Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv I was delighted to find that the sky appeared pink. The color permeated the air and gave it a mystical, magical feeling. We arrived mid-summer and the air was damp; the heat was so palpable it was as though you’d opened an oven door to check the roast. I didn’t mind.
I loved the pink desert sand air and the brilliant sun and the broad expanse of the Mediterranean Sea. I loved the ancient history that was evident everywhere I looked. I loved the many colors and spicy smells of the Arab market and the incessant song of the Bedouin boy as he tried to entice passers-by to his display of tandoori pots and silk scarves. I came to love the sing song call to prayer that would waft through the air in the heat.. soft and melodic.
I began to incorporate the magic into my work. I bought strands of pinkish purpled spiny oyster and weaved those bits of sea shell amongst my glass beads. The rods of glass that I was adding to my (already large) supply ran to the blues of the sea and sky and the ambers of the sand.
Israel had begun to feed my muse.

An Inspirational Workspace Filled with Energy

I’ve always filled my work space with things that inspire me. Photos of places I love, pictures ripped from magazines for the color combinations or the image itself. Bits of quotes – even just things that make me feel good by looking at them. Here is one of my many work spaces.
Oddly, keeping your muse satisfied sometimes comes in the form of commiseration. It can alleviate pressure to perform if you realize that you’re in good company. It helps to know that other artists/writers have experienced precisely what you are going through.
Do some research and find those same souls. Find out what they do to ease their way over the bump. Will it work for you as well?
A search for ‘feeding your muse’ will reveal that it’s as we suspect! We’re not alone! The Skinny Artist and The CanDo Ideas are a couple of sites that you may find interesting.
In the end, it all feeds our Muse. For the creative person, everything is to be studied, turned over, tasted, digested and ruminated over until it has been completely processed. That may take hours, or it may feel like a dry spell and take weeks. It’s all a matter of time.
Relax, pour yourself a cup of tea and go through the latest issue of Quilts. Your next masterpiece may just be in there somewhere.


There's something wonderfully freeing in the ability to allow yourself imperfections. 

I'm not talking about churning out substandard work, or not striving for better.. but there's something incredibly liberating to understanding that perfection exists only in a perfect world and letting go of a standard that is unachievable.

Introducing you to some glass artists that DO live in that Perfect World.

and ohmygosh..JC Herrell

To my eye, these glass bead artists are very nearly 'perfect'! I've been making glass beads for over a decade now..I'm trying to accept my limitations. I deal with a small tremor and even with assists I will never come close to the control that would be needed in the flame for these amazing glass beads. I have to be okay with that. 

My imperfect beads made by imperfect me will never be quite as precise, or Perfect. My beads are not stars on their own..they need supporting stones. They need to be paired with other beauties from the earth..Turquoise, Agate, the colorful sheen of Spiney oyster and the metals..copper, sterling silver, warm Brass.. in order to really shine. That's when they are the happiest.

Artisan made necklace 'Desert Flower'

Artisan made bracelet 'Trajectories'

Human nature being what it is, I wonder if those amazing glass artists up there see a flaw in their work and are still working toward better?!

Not even the Greats escape that struggle to replicate perfectly the image in the mind, whatever that may be. 
I  think it was the master artist Michaelangle who, when asked the question, 'Which of your great works is your favorite?' replied, The next.'  

Enjoy your week people..make something imperfect! 



Not all those who wander..

Some of you may know that because of my husbands job we've been living overseas for some time now.
In a 6 year span we've moved around through Maryland, Boston, California and Texas before traveling overseas for an extended period of time. For 3 years we lived in Israel, then in March of 2014 we moved to the little country of Qatar [on the Persian Gulf] where we still are.

Being overseas has afforded us the opportunities for travel. We've enjoyed seeing parts of Turkey, Germany, Ireland, Italy, France and Scotland! All of that travel is amazing amazing..for so many reasons.

Plaza in Turkey
I've tasted different foods and and tried to wrap my tongue around new languages...which oddly, isn't really appreciated, since everyone wants to practise their English with you!  As a woman, styles and clothing are noticed. Here in the Middle East, I've observed that under all those heavy black muslim veils and coverings are high quality, trendy jeans/dresses/shirts.

Enjoying Kabob with some really wonderful new friends..the Chef came out to make sure our meal was to our liking.

I've found that other countries are quite fond of Canada. We're viewed as a peace loving people. I like that. Travelling other countries has made me become a little more of a Patriot, and I now hold more dear the freedoms we have.

Surprisingly, I've also heard what our Canadian accent sounds like! After months of being immersed in a foreign tongue I was startled to recognize a fellow Canadian speak on a passing television show. I realized that other nationalities must hear our language sounding a little clipped, and that we tend to like the sound of the letter 'R'!

I've come to more fully understand that no matter what your culture is or which language is being spoken, at heart we're pretty much all the same.  For the most part, we have many of the same desires, goals and dreams..the same things make us laugh and the same things make us cry. We truly are one connected family.

On a side note, I've also learned to pack only travel essentials!  and not to go through security wearing the bra with wire in it..

Sharing just a few sweet visual memories from these travels. 

Sumptuous Mediterranean breakfast al fresco, Israel 2013 The food in Israel is better than any where else I've been. My opinion.
Farmland near Garmisch, Germany 2011
Milt in Bahrain, 2015
Milt with our tour guide..Ireland 2013
Shivta ruins in Israel..dates back to Byzantine times. Here with a friend [rocking the shades] who was in Israel as a volunteer Hospice worker. 2012

And finally for now, this lovely memory. This time last year we were in Strasbourg, France! What a beautiful beautiful night.  Yes, the Christmas market is as wonderful as they claim!  

We are one lucky couple of shmucks, I know. I'd always wanted to travel and see the world, but was destined to wait until I was in my 50's before I was able to do that.  

I think its probably much sweeter for the wait. Things usually are.

From Maya Angelou in 'Passports to Understanding' 

"Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends."


Six ways to re-charge your imagination

1.  Curl up with some quilting/fabric, interior design or fashion magazines and just absorb the color combinations and patterns. 
Rip out the images that inspire and make yourself a wall board to keep them on. Change it often. Pottery and dishes provide a wonderful springboard for glass beads and jewelry..as are museum catalogs/online articles..look up by gone periods and ogle some of the jewels or even the vessels and dishes of that time. Art Deco. Byzantine. Renaissance. 
one of my work spaces

The Dunstable Swan Jewel, a livery badge in gold and ronde bosse enamel, about 1400.

2.  Add music to your space. 
Music can inspire and move you..be bold and listen to something you wouldn't normally listen to. Music changes mood and energies which in turn changes the flow in your environment and can definitely alter the work that comes from within.

 3. Get outside! 

Breathe in the fresh air and try to see your surroundings through child eyes. Connect with the Earth. Notice texture, line and color. Is it possible to take a rod of glass ..a brush and paint or clay, whatever you may be working in..and mimic the pattern of wood? Notice how a shade of brown may seem to change in hue up against a shade of blue..then yellow. How is it that nature never messes up a color combination? Which brings us to...

Taken while in the Boston area 2011

4.   Glorious color!  Immerse yourself/space in COLOR..

Vincent van Gogh said, "there is no blue without yellow and orange."  Its a great quote.

Play with color. No matter what medium you're working in most of us tend to fall back to a familiar palette. Explore outside of those hues..even if just for a day. Almost any color combination is possible if you're brave enough. Try changing just the tone rather than the hue itself..where there is mild melon try a vibrant saturated orange and see what happens to the entire work. 

'Avatar' by Stricher Gerar

5.  Don't take yourself too seriously. 
Pretend there is no right or wrong way. Take time to daydream. Allow yourself permission to sit and think in silence. This is different than meditating where you're encouraged to bring awareness to the breath. Simply sit in silence and allow your mind to create at will. Annoyingly, this happens for many creative types naturally when trying to fall asleep. 

Pay attention. Keep notes and draw. 

Leather bound art journal by Keativelink on Etsy

6.  Keep a notebook just for ideas. A special notebook with multi media paper where only those drawings and scribbles, ink renderings, thoughts and ideas go. I tend to work off the cuff. I feel sure that I'd be more productive if I were to keep a notebook for ideas as well as inspired color combinations that come when you're sitting in the doctors office, at the traffic light or drifting off to sleep. 

Without the notebook, you're not prepared when those ideas of genius pop up. Napkins get lost..bits of torn paper wind up in the bottom of your purse or in white papery crumbs in the washing machine. 

So, there are a six very simple methods that I've used and that I've seen work for others in the past, maybe something here will be just what you need.

Thank you beautiful people..have yourself a great week. 

Past set of handmade glass beads 

Whichever method you choose to use to jumpstart your creativity I'd love it if you'd take a minute to share it with us! 
This post was re-written from a previous post written in 2008



I like the sorcery that happens when a brand new rod of glass is brought to the flame and made to become syrupy molten. Part glass, part me..it folds back in on itself again and again.  More glass added here, a tiny nudge there.. until, finally it’s become a bit of art to be used in a larger design.

Part of a bracelet. Part of a necklace.
Worn by alchemous Renaissance women who can sense the magic.

'Trajectories' [double bracelet]Organic floral hand fabricated metal clasp has been worked in mixed metals..copper and sterling, as well as pure silver. 
Handcrafted glass beads in simplistic raised flower petal using translucent rods of glass from Germany. Paired with handmade Hillside Tribe stamped chain. $165US [take advantage of 15% discount for Facebook and Blogger customers until January~❀~ use HH2016 code in messages]

More details available here


Pictured are two different lengths of some necklaces I've made recently. The one I'm wearing is what I call collar length and the bottom either 'princess' or 'matinee'...actually princess by industry standards, but on the stand appears to be more of a matinee length.

Personally, I like shortest on me best. Layering the 'rope/lariat' length with the collar and lacy chokers is a great look as well. I like keeping things simple. One smallish pendant on a piece of leather or chain. Although, I have seen some really heavy looking layers that look stunning. Its all about proportion, what you've paired it with and what clothes you're wearing.
Style is such a personal thing..really, if you like it and it makes you feel happy when you have it on, then you need to wear it without apology  😀 don't you agree?

Enjoy your week everyone..it's going to be a great one. 


I can't believe its already November. The months whip by.. In Canada this is the time of year when its beginning to get seriously cold. Frigid cold. Frost on the windshield and red nose chilly.. and you'd better buckle in because it just gets worse, and will last for the next 6 months. No, I don't really miss that.

But there's something about November. The clean bite in the air and the new starkness of bared branches that lays the country before you in a new way. Everyone begins to sort of hunker in for the winter..theres a cosy intimacy in these colder months. Not to mention all those apples you don't really know what do with. [my mothers Apple pandowdy. yum] and, of course, the sweet anticipation of the approaching Christmas season..that, I do miss here in this Muslim country of Qatar.

Doha, Qatar city center

Bedoins and their camels are a common sight in the desert surrounding Doha, Qatar 

It's still hot here. This morning, it's 5 am and the temperature outside is 80°F with humidity at 77% so, to this Canadian girl, any thought of Christmas in a few short weeks seems almost irrational. 

This will be the first time in the 6 years my husband and I have been married that we haven't travelled and been away for Christmas day. Last year it was France and the year before Italy..and although it was just as romantic and lovely as that seems..we are both craving a 'normal to us' sort of Christmas this year. A real turkey. Our own tree. It may be a challenge to find our comfort Christmas here in the Middle East.. I'll let you know how that goes! 😎


Apple Pandowdy

  • 1 cup all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
  • Pinch of salt
  • 12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, cold, cut into small pieces
  • 3 tablespoons ice water
  • 4 1/2 pounds tart, firm baking apples, such as Granny Smith or Northern Spy
  • 2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice, (1 lemon)
  • 3/4 cup packed light-brown sugar
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
  • 1/4 teaspoon mace
  • Pinch of ground cloves
  • 1/2 cup apple cider
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons granulated sugar
  • Directions on Martha Stewart's site

Enjoy your week everyone! 


My sister Ann

...was born four years before me.
Growing up I remember her as a curly haired girl with freckles [she hated them] and skinny legs made to appear even thinner by a pair of black tights that she wore almost daily. She loved to play 'House' and could develop a story as beautifully as any well paid Hollywood director might. To her disappointment I never lasted very long in those drawn out dramatic tales. [I guess there was only so much direction I would take from someone wearing curtain sheers around her waist.]

The summer following high school graduation, my sister and I shared our First Apartment. The freedom was exhilarating. That very tiny one bedroom apartment was the most beautiful place we'd ever seen. Two sisters living the single life together is probably a recipe for disaster...but in spite of the volatile eruptions that shook our little apartment once in a while, we lived to tell the tales. [My lips are sealed]

We were married in the same year! and our first babies, both girls.. were born within days of each other!

All of our lives we've traded clothes, secrets, meaningful looks, recipes  ~and when we are feeling especially warm and full of good will~ compliments. We've also traded the evil eye and insults. We're sisters, after all.

Now here we are, with grown children and growing grand-children. How'd that happen. The men we grew up with alongside our children are no longer part of our lives. We live in two different countries,  and we sometimes forget to catch each other up on the daily happenings in our worlds.

Yet there is an unbreakable, unbeatable bond with sisters and their joined memories. Conjoined memories..

and no amount of time or space between us will change that.

My sister with her best ever fluffy buns ~Vancouver Island Farmers Market 2014

 first published 10.19.2010