Creativity is taking something as pedestrian as a coffee cup sleeve and turning it into a vibrant piece of art. The minds of these three artists remind me how much I love people.
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Most weekday mornings, seconds after my clock-radio switches itself on, I begin an internal debate about whether or not to get out of bed. The angel on my shoulder gently reminds me that I have venti-sized responsibilities; lunches that need to be made, bills that need to be paid and the emails waiting on my office computer that aren’t likely to answer themselves. At the same time, the devil on my shoulder presents an almost-convincing argument for staying in bed (and can usually keep me tucked snugly under the duvet for at least another 15 minutes.) I would like to say that it’s virtue that eventually rouses me, but I have to confess – it’s coffee. Just knowing that there is a fresh pot of fair-trade, organic coffee waiting for me in the kitchen gives me the little nudge I need to get into the shower and start my day. You can call a it a habit or an addiction, but I prefer to think of it as a life-long love affair with the stuff.
South African textile & graphic artist Wendren celebrates her own love of coffee in this entry on her blog. After reading her post, it came as no surprise to me to see the influence that coffee has had on the handmade goods available in her shop, The Wren. The bag pictured below, is just one of a number of beautiful accessories that Wendren creates from used coffee sacks.
Hi! My name is Jenny Hoople and my business is Authentic Arts. I make glamorous, colorful, natural jewelry.
My workspace is… the coffee table in my living room! I sit on the beanbag chair to be at the same height as the table and there’s a huge north-facing picture window right over my shoulder. My little bunny helper (she’s under the table in the pictures) hops around trying to steal seeds and leather cord from my materials boxes and begging for attention. I keep my laptop handy on the couch next to my napping husband.
I’ve always needed to work in the same space I live in. I wouldn’t mind having a desk, but then the bunny would miss having me within arm’s reach!