Margie Deeb posted this challenge on her website a couple of months ago. I wanted to take up the challenge as soon as I read about it - feeling it would be a good exercise for me. I have struggled with color at times in the past and have referred to (and continue to refer to) Margie's book - The Beader's Guide to Color often for guidance. What could it hurt to enter the challenge, right?
My next thought was that it would be nice to combine one of my Bead Journal pages with the color challenge. The result was 'Justine'. I am particularly fond of this piece. It is a bit different than the other pages in that it is composed almost entirely of seed beads - there are no sequins or cabs. Because of that it is also a bit heavier than the other pages - the weight feels good in my hands. I was happy with this page from it's inception to completion.
The icing on the cake? I was chosen the winner of the Color Challenge. I have looked at all the other entries (you should too - it is a feast for the eyes) and am flabbergasted to see mine at the top. This is such an honor.
A nice end to a wonderful week. I had so much fun with my beaded doll giveaway and now this... I need to pinch myself and make certain I'm not dreaming!
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman