We had a tiny “christening” party for the camper this last weekend. I decided to put together a video and some “before and after” collages so folks could see the scope of work that this project entailed. I didn’t expect the images to have such an emotional impact on me, but because they represent everything we’ve been through in the last couple of years, I got a wee bit verklempt looking through the photos. The project was a repairing and renewing in so many ways. Taking endings and making them into beginnings…ch.ch.ch.changes…
(Here’s a video of before/after shots and the christening! Full screen is best viewing; if you want to read the text on the collages, just scoll down this page to see the collages.)
My art is about “before and after”, too. The journeys to find the pieces to paint, how they are prepped for painting, and what they become as they are painted. But their story doesn’t end there. The “after” also includes the future and the energy that they bring into their new homes! I’ve also had “afters” come to me years later in the form of notes from long-ago clients, which are such an unexpected and delightful blessing! Below: A “before” of my bowls and two of the pieces I finished last week. “Blue Eye” (hamsa hand) and “Yucca” (dot painting) are now in my etsy shop.
It’s the same thing with the camper, and in LIFE! The “after” of any project, any experience, doesn’t end in a single moment — the “after” continues on, weaving itself into new beginnings and new “before’s”. Life is really a circle, not a beginning and ending.
New beginnings for old items: (below) Vintage tins from my dear friend, Tracy, now reside in the camper cupboard. The portable mini bar that I made was embellished with items from my Gran (earring), John’s mom (red felt interior), and John (a pull from his long-ago cabinet shop). The vintage Thermos was my Granny’s (and brings back funny memories of fishing with her), the trivet is a cherished gift (also from Tracy, who loves vintage as much as I do), and the SOB cup was from one of our long trips to GA/FL. All of these things, which had their “ending” somewhere else…now have new beginnings with us. That makes my heart smile.
Until next time…cherish ALL of your moments…the gritty, dirty, messy “before’s” as well as the joyous, shiny, oh-my-God-we-got-through-it “afters”. They ALL matter. And the “afters” lead to wonderful new beginnings.