Victrinia Ensor
Omono
omg... and on #3.... when I first got that one.... I picked it out over the phone with Ron Martin... he used to let me call him... and I was in the nursery in a huge section filled with these awesome little hemlocks. I wasn't sure what to pick, so I called Ron... all crazy excited... and thank goodness he answered the phone... He talked me down, got me looking at things... told me things I should be looking for... and then told me to trust my instincts... to get the one which really appealed to me.
I was so grateful... and excited.... and I took it home... and a cleaned it up... and I was so proud... and a few days later they were having a "bring your tree for critique" after a lecture by Dave DeGroot at the Rim. Mine was last to be done.... I was so nervous, I think I had a mini anxiety attack.
He looked at it, and made a remark about the "fine Christmas tree".... and the president of the Seattle club made some other crack... and everyone laughed... and I never wanted to be non-existent so much in my whole life.
But after the laughter died, David tried giving me some ideas, and I realized I was not commited to styling it... I was afraid of ruining it. And in stead had settled for something mediocre.
So instead I turned it into a sub-alpine form... and while it wasn't executed extremely well, it was at least a vision... and a form more worthy of the material.
Between that, and the moment when Daniel said, "If a girl were brave...." I realized that half the journey was having the courage to do a thing. For better or worse... preferably for better.
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I was so grateful... and excited.... and I took it home... and a cleaned it up... and I was so proud... and a few days later they were having a "bring your tree for critique" after a lecture by Dave DeGroot at the Rim. Mine was last to be done.... I was so nervous, I think I had a mini anxiety attack.
He looked at it, and made a remark about the "fine Christmas tree".... and the president of the Seattle club made some other crack... and everyone laughed... and I never wanted to be non-existent so much in my whole life.
But after the laughter died, David tried giving me some ideas, and I realized I was not commited to styling it... I was afraid of ruining it. And in stead had settled for something mediocre.
So instead I turned it into a sub-alpine form... and while it wasn't executed extremely well, it was at least a vision... and a form more worthy of the material.
Between that, and the moment when Daniel said, "If a girl were brave...." I realized that half the journey was having the courage to do a thing. For better or worse... preferably for better.
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