My Happiness

After a good friend of mine passed away, I found painting couldn't help me heal from the sadness as it usually did. It was my main way of escape and healing through life's hurdles. I would often turn to paint on the canvas to express my emotions and work through hurt and sadness.

I'd been making art with paint and canvas for many years and had been playing around with colours and techniques, creating my own style and techniques with mixed media and experimentation. I'd always been a lover of crystals and had collected them since I was young. But it wasn't until the passing of a good friend that I realised I needed a bit of extra healing and guidance than usual.

After I stumbled upon a strand of crystal beads my mind began to wonder with the creations I could make and how I'd like myself to wear more crystal jewels on me and thought of crystal headwear for healing the pain inside my heart, mind and soul.

following my heart and love of crystals I found a new hobby with the support of some old and new found friends- my trusty scissors, some wire and a string of crystals and other beautiful naturally occurring objects I could find that could go together to help me create crystal crowns and headwear to empower myself the people that wear them.

It was a regular Spring morning, the sun was shining bright after another majestic sunrise and I was eager to test my skills at weaving crystal gemstones to make hair jewellery. I'd had my trusty crafting scissors ready to save me if I'd got into too much mess with the wire I had chosen to make my creations.

Seven twists I and the wire was tangled. In my panic I search for something it help me untangle my majestic creation that had turned more into a birdseed than and inspiring object. Thankfully the thin blade of my trusted scissors came to the rescue and saved my creation from being demolished. Leading me to create a series of headwear and hair jewels that bring joy and empowerment to the lives of others.

One crown had a particular interesting story. I had carried it with me for a few months now and knew it belonged to someone special. On a fateful summers morning I carried that particular crown with me in my hand bag, following my intuition that I would find the person it belonged to that day.

Within a few moments of entering a craft shop I see a man head to toe in rainbow tie dye. I knew instantly he was the person I was supposed to give it to. Funnily enough he made started the conversation with me and before I knew it he was texting me, thanking me that his niece he'd given the crown to had the courage to save his family from the upcoming floods that were coming into town. Taking the young girls advice he proclaimed "she'd saved their whole family with her bravery from the energy the crown gave her". Thanking me for giving it to him once again.

It was a frosty winter's morning four years on from my good friend accident and two years on since I'd given my last crown away. MY Scissor’s I'd recently traded in for a fossicking pan as I decided to search for my own gems. I looked up and everywhere the sun touched the frost began to melt, leaving an array of colours amongst the leaves on the ground and on the trees as I looked up from the cold pan in my hands, fossicking for my first, natural sapphire crystal at the edge of the river bank. My new found passion and hobby growing with plans to take up my tools again and begin a new range of hand made crystal headwear.