'I Used to be a King' 18" sterling silver, seed beads, pottery shard, slate, copper, rocks;
Kathleen Faulkner
Fall is upon us. Crisp mornings, great light. They say it will be a hard winter.
I live and work in an old drafty house. I keep the heat consumption low so as not to waste it. I've learned how to dress for the upcoming season: long underwear, wool socks, wrist rockets and layers, layers, layers.
Up in my workroom, in the winter, I work with a little portable heater at my feet. I worry about getting by and wonder if I'll sell enough work. Going the art route is a struggle. Sometimes I dread the winter season.
If I were to be transported into a third world country with what I have today I would be considered a King.
