How making jewelry got me out of my creative rut
In the peak of the pandemic, unemployed with lots of free time, I took a chance and tinkered with making clay creations. I felt a sense of immense pride — coupled with the nagging desire to do better.
I have always considered myself an artist, from my earliest memories up until my adult life. This sense of self led me to my parents' living room sofa.
It was May of 2020. I was sitting on the padded cushions in a cap and gown, watching my name flash across a computer screen signifying my graduation from college. It was the peak of the global pandemic — companies were laying off employees, businesses were shutting down, and no one was leaving the house. What was someone with a Bachelor's of Arts supposed to do?
I wrestled with copious amounts of
