My newest batch of inspiration and obsession. I always get a little starry eyed when I sort through my stones. They each have a life and a voice of their own. Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout, but they are all
They deserve to go out into the world and have adventures instead of sitting in a box.
So I sort through the masses, speaking softly to them all the while.
"Don't worry my little ones, you will all have your turn. These hands and the fruits of their labors will set you all free. I promise."
Some of their new homes in raw form:
One of the things I love most about creating these little stories, what I call each piece I make, is taking a pile of raw materials and turning them into something beautiful.
It's a form of magic to me.
And I am so thankful for it!
And for all of my little stones who wait patiently for me to hear their songs.
I am always listening...