Well, yesterday I visited an antique market in Greensboro. This particular one is so large that one needs to take a break around lunch and go get sustenance before continuing on! I happen to have only an hour this time so I could only hit the high spots and move along.....so hard!
For some reason I love shiny vintage things. I find myself drawn to rinestones and jewelry pieces that are dull looking...maybe even missing a stone or two. I was contemplating this as my magpie like pile began growing on the sales counter, as a kind salesman kept coming and relieving me of what I had collected. I see all the pristine jewelry...and yes, it is old and it is pretty. But for me, something about the tarnish, the dullness, the missing peices draws me in more.
I finally came upon a thought that felt right to me about why I have this preference....it is...time....to me these qualities represent time....something that you can't create, but only wait for. I can simulate the hands of time on my art by distressing and inking, staining, scratching...but these pieces show true time to me....and that feels valuable to me.
One more thought I had was that I find myself embracing broken things. Not because I want to fix them...but because I want to embrace them as valuable. Might I even feel that they are even more valuable? Now there was a thought that just plain asks for journaling! Don't you think? Here is a picture of a few of my finds. And again, thanks for listening.