I picked up an order from Bart at the laser cutting service today. I can barely stand the drive from NE Davis Street to my home with the ziploc bags of squares sitting in the passenger seat of my 1999 Toyota Tacoma. At every red light I find myself taking a whiff of the burnt paper cuts while I dig through and glance at the colors and designs together in my 15 second break. This time I was testing new designs and brightly colored paper, some with holes and some without, and even tried to cut a few more wooden samples that unfortunately caught on fire because the wood was too airy. That's what the testing phase is all about, I guess.
After the long drive in 5 o'clock traffic, I run through the door and take my new gifts straight upstairs to my studio table. I hear my son and husband walk through the back door and shout downstairs a "Hey!" as I spread out the 200+ 4" squares. I layer and mix and move them around. I punch out the small negative space shapes that are still hanging on and pile them into my scrap bowl. I look at my new treasures and smile as I think about how I am going to connect and present them to the world.
It reminds of creating a Christmas list and hoping that the next gift will be the one that you really wanted. But better. This is not only a gift that I receive but also a gift that I will give.