I’ve been looking at my older sketchbooks the other day and found this piece of paper that I had glued on it. It’s a poem by the polish poet Zbigniew Herbert about the perfection of a pebble. Here’s an english translation of the poem that I strongly recommend reading!
The pebble
is a perfect creature,equal to itself,
mindful of its limits,filled exactly
with a pebbly meaning.
Zbigniew Herbert
Funny to realize how recurrent themes keep appearing and affect one’s creativity. I must have kept this poem 4 or 5 years ago…..not being sure why I did it back then.
These days I’m returning to my earlier obsession, collecting pebbles and finding inspiration by examining them.
A sample of my latest finds:
What am I doing with these?
- Spreading them in various spots around the house.
- Arranging them in wooden bowls or recycled glass jars.
- Making rings and other jewelry.
The possibilities are endless!
