Lughnasadh. The first harvest of the year. I've been meditating on this concept, what it means and has meant to me, for some time now.
Fourteen years ago this month I made a number of rather large life changes. I chose to leave my job, friends, home and husband half way around the world to come to a place where I didn't know a soul and had to start my life over and from scratch. Within a year I had a great apartment, a decent job and a new lease on life. Every year since, in August, I take stock of how far I've come.
I've depicted on the lower half of this month's page my concept of that very first harvest. Reading right to left; turning over of several new leaves, my concept of the harvest goddess, then the symbols of what I gleaned. When the plane touched down here in Albuquerque for the first time, there was a double rainbow on the runway. As omens go, that's a real doozy, so I'll put in two rainbows. I got my first cat-as-pet that year so there's a kitty. A book charm (it's my own invention) represents the start of my shift in careers. There's a star for hope and a heart for love, which also relate back to my involvement in the book world.
The upper half of the page is a tribute to the most wonderful relationship I have ever enjoyed - and the main reason I celebrate my choice so many years ago. It deals specifically with one of the associated rites of Lughnasadh, handfasting. My partner Asa and I were handfasted, and our year-and-a-day has stretched out to over ten years now. I decided to use the face beads to show that while we are much the same in many respects, we still have our differences (identical beads, different finishes). I used the Celtic knot motif (eternity) as a background in shades of grain (harvest). I've accented this section with variegated tulips, which in the Language of Flowers, celebrate his beautiful eyes.
Now, to catch up on some questions (and I do apologize if I missed any - I swear I'm trying to keep up with this):
@ jacqui: I took a year of art appreciation classes back in the Dark Ages (high school) and I had one of the best teachers of all time. He made such an impact, I can still remember much of what he taught us. One of the things he said was that if the art meant something to the artist, that it would come through no matter what symbolism was imployed - without meaning, it's just wallpaper. Or something like that. The symbols in my pieces, the images, pop in there from my subconscious. I don't really know what they mean until I sit back and look at the whole piece and then the meaning kind of jumps up and slaps me in the kisser.
@ beadbabe49 & bejweled: I LOVED the final Harry Potter book - IMNSHO, it was perfect in every way.
@ kiwi ellen re: My Little Painted Ponies - I'm projecting a herd of at least four, maybe as many as seven if I can sustain my enthusiasm for them!
And again, to everyone who takes the time to stop by and to all who leave their comments and questions, thank you so much!