There’s something remarkably cathartic about making bits fit where they can.
I started doing puzzles a few weeks ago, borrowing them from the library. But frustration tends to set in towards the end, especially if the last part of the puzzle is a big chunk of sky. If I can’t find the pieces that fit exactly, I become annoyed and give up.
But not so with mosaics.
Although I do possess many jars of regular, square vitreous glass mosaic pieces – a result of a history of excessive hoarding, I’m afraid – so far I have relied on using broken pieces of tiles and other pottery.
Not only is there an element of release that comes with smashing stuff up with a hammer … but when it comes down to fitting the bits into place, I don’t have to worry about getting the pieces exactly the right shape. I can take out my trusty nippers and create the shape to fit the space.
The other thing I’ve been able to do with these projects is take my time. Unusually, I haven’t been in a rush to get them finished the same day I start. I’ve been quite comfortable to do a bit on an evening, then leave it unfinished until the next day. I’ve been happy to slowly cement each piece with no need to hurry.
I also haven’t cared if I get mucky from the adhesive, or if it oozes, or if it doesn’t quite balance out.
All in all, a true relief from my usual position of perfectionism.
I started simple, with a pot:
Then I had a go at an old, round pub table:
And now I’ve started mosaicking (?) bits of the house – which I’ll show you next time.
© Alice through the Macro Lens