A strange thing happened the other day. I was putting together some of the leftover pieces of Jell-O to use them up, making flowers for a couple of people as gifts, and it occurred to me that I could sell them.
It was a flash of a brilliant light. I've been th
inking about a piece I am going to write about aging in this body, how it will determine my future. Ever since I blew out a disk I've known that I need to move away from screenprinting, and away from making and selling clothing. It's just too heavy, and takes too much physical strength to print and haul the stuff to Market.The silk things are light, but there are so many variables in the process that the results are not dependable. The value is high, but they aren't really reaching their market on Saturdays, anyway not at the level I would need to survive. It's something to build upon, and I'll do it.
But the Jell-O, it is right here now. It's cheap, the recipe is simple, and the results are fascinating and gorgeous. I really know plants, and can use all that knowledge to make amazing, wonderful creations. And they weigh hardly anything.
Whether they will sell or not is a bi
g question, but they will most certainly be enjoyed. Nobody can really believe they are just gelatin. It could just work, at least it's worth a try.
Seems like a confluence of multiple rivers. Your artistic muse (Jello), time marching on (as it is for all of us), your life-long interest and expertise in flora. Ah-ha! Best of luck with it.
ReplyDeleteI love it when things coalesce like that, which gives me surety that I will find a way to work for the future. There's a balance out there.
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