It always amazes when others see beauty in my failures.
Truly, this is one of the great gifts of being an artist:
“Oh, that in the ‘bad bead’ bowl? No, I don't want it. Please take it away and never let me see it again.”
Bead curtain strand. Completed 11Jul14. Approx 30 inches long. The large purple in the foreground with the central twists is stained glass scrap with pixie dust.
And I have a number of friends/acquaintances/neighbors who obligingly carry away the orphans—lovely, guilt-free abandonment. —The only problem is, sometimes those bad
pennies beads return, and I have to engage with them again, to make them beautiful.
But, yanno, there's something to be said for being forced to perceive beauty through the eyes of others. It's no great moment to consider a bead ugly, but we, or at least I, can always find useful the reminder that (just for example) all people, or all animals, or even all organisms, have some measure of beauty.
To be sure, all people have some measure of ugliness or hatefulness as well ‘[b]ut the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being’ —rather than conveniently running between this person and that.
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