Sometimes, you obsessively spend weeks chasing that one stone or a singular component of the right color and shape demanded by your inner despot, guided in turn by mysterious forces only known to him. You rebel against him, asking yourself, “What in the devil is this? I can put something else here!” But you hit an impenetrable wall that responds, “No, you cannot.”
But often the process happens differently. Then, I create my pieces from chance encounters. A bead and a stone may meet entirely on accident on my table, and this encounter will never be replicated. One was purchased many years ago, the other found its way to me more recently, and today’s mood is unique in eternity. Such an amalgamation of circumstances can hardly be replicated.
