Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Confessions of a Rock Lover
My love affair with rocks has been lifelong. I pick them up everywhere I go. My husband always laughs when I unpack my suitcase from travels and a pile of rocks comes tumbling out. You will find bowls of rocks all around my house. My favorite bowl of rocks is made from a piece of driftwood from my time living in Aruba. Andrew, the 70 year old Presbyterian minister, and I loved beach combing together for driftwood. He helped me discover the beauty that could be found in a simple piece of wood. He died of leukemia in Poland before the wall came down. He died doing something he loved. Anyway before I left the island, I went to my favorite secluded beach which had black rocks (center rock in the bowl)that made the most interesting sound as the waves caused them to dance. I can still close my eyes and hear the sound. In this bowl are rocks from Georgia, Armenia, Kyrgyzstan, Lake Michigan, Louisiana, Texas and Maine. The spiral rock was purchased from an artist while I was with my friend Carol at the flower and garden show in Philadelphia. It is a bowl full of memories that I cherish.
I have been playing with texture for the last couple of years so I decided to recreate my favorite bowl of rocks. It was a fun exercise and I think will be a jumping off place for more exploration. What do you collect to help you remember good memories?