Jeannie Ray Metal, Stone and Ramblings

Do all creative people who work a regular job feel this way or is it only me? Dear World, I am terribly sick of my current business dealings. It has withered my soul to interact with the likes of which that I have. No spirit of pure or joy of heart  lie in those of which I am entangled. I yearn for the freedom of expression that I so desperately seek. It crashes and ebbs within me, like the tide in the moonlight, with pure overwhelming desire to be released. To be set free to run among the wildflower s and snowie mountains of my mind. I face the day, not as I should, with excitement at the possibilities of what the dawn may bring, but with a heavy heart - a weight under which I slowly drown, stifled breath by stifled breath. But I will for another day solder on and do what I must. I will for another day, work to become just one tiny bit closer to the freedom of expression I desire . I will yet one more night, express my emotional bondage through my art so that one day, one day so

I made this purple pendent for my niece to match mine. Purple is her favirot color.