Mărgica din valiză: 2010

miercuri, 22 decembrie 2010

Hi(s)story

The story of the bead in the suitcase begins back in the land where dogs run with pretzels in their tails. It begins with a hand painted necklace, that one of my two best friends wore at her sisters wedding, and that later would become my birthday present. And what made this necklace so special was the fact that Cristina, Scubi for her friends, had made this piece of jewelry herself. She modeled each bead and she painted it with the warm colors of her soul. Brown spirals surrounding orange beads would be the beginning of a story about sharing states of spirit.

What these beads transmitted was a piece of the one painting them and I felt that my friend and I had so much to share with the world.

I decided then to let the world know about the beautiful beads. We started to paint beads wherever we were going. We painted them together, completing each other with colors and patterns. And because it is a story about friendship and family, we used my grandmothers` old suitcase to put everything we needed to paint the beads in, and we took it everywhere with us. We named ourselves The Bead in the Suitcase.

Round, joyful, freshly colored, the beads travel in the suitcase ever since and light up the lives of those who are wearing them. And so, the story goes on and the map of the traveling beads gets larger with every place they visit.