It all began back in high school, taking a course from Mr. Shearer, he of the Elmer Fudd impediment, who began each term announcing: “Good mo’ning, boys and gels. I’m Mr. Scheewer and dis is Jewey Cwaft.”
In college, I originated the idea of creating earrings by sticking blobs of melted crayons onto straight pins. I have a clear memory of a beautiful pair of pale aqua drops; I have no memory of how they might have fastened to my ears.
During the years I lived in England, the 70s, I took a jewelry-making class at…I don’t remember that either. However, I have a clear image of myself burning flux off some bauble I was making of some kind of metal. But not much more.
During the ‘80s, I was one of those people fashioning chokers from heishi beads strung on fishing line. Yes, I was a hippie.
In the 90s, I progressed to seed beads. I loved buying them. I loved buying books and magazines with full color photos of what incredible creations Real Artists had made with them. I did not love the tedium of following the instructions, which always featured directional arrows that confused me. Still, I persevered.
By the mid-2000s, when I discovered wire-wrapping and polymer clay, the fun I had making these bits and baubles had given rise to a growing guilt. I was wasting time and money, which may have done for my hippie days, but was out of sync with my 21st century entrepreneurial self. So I ventured into the marketplace, with Etsy first and then Artfire. Tough sales venues. Too tough for me.
I don’t expect that the place I’ve created on my website called Aphra’s Art to be any easier. But since it’s my very own private, personal marketplace, I don’t have to worry about seeing all the competition displayed right next–or instead of–me.
Aphra’s Art is a work in progress–as is everything I do–so don’t expect to see a fully realized shop site. But don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I’ve posted something new.