This isn’t a covert way of publicising my tiny cottage industry. You’d need to head over to my other blog for that. It’s just that most of my days at the moment are spent transforming, upcycling and creating tiny objects of various kinds from what most people would regard as junk, and it gives me an absurd amount of joy and satisfaction.
Not difficult to see why he was a reject. He wasn’t, at first sight, the most promising of specimens, with his vacant stare, twisted legs and stringy hair, but I knew his day would come!
In some strange way, discovering the hidden potential in what others consider rejects is what has always given me the greatest pleasure. I remember the scruffy, fidgety boy I once taught who auditioned for a part in our school production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. I remember my pure delight as the clearest, most beautiful voice drifted across the room. The head teacher and I glanced at each other and smiled – Joseph! True, he took up many, many hours of rehearsals – far more than one of the bright young hopefuls who had expected the part would have done. True, I had to tape the complicated words of Close Every Door to Me to the floor of his prison cell, because he’d never have learnt them, but it worked perfectly and the pleasure of watching that kid revel in his hour or two of fame has stayed with me forever.
It was the same with the shy, quiet, dumpy little girl who produced a beautiful piece of writing. Before I handed back the class’s work, I read out this one piece and they were all staring round the room, wondering who had written it, mouthing, ‘You?’ to the high fliers and looking puzzled. That simple act, and then handing the work back to the young author with the words, ‘Superb work – well done’, was enough to raise that child’s self-esteem and status within the class to a ridiculous degree.
Sadly, my little porcelain doll had no esteem for me to raise, but when I decided I wanted to make a replica of one of my idols – Nikola Tesla – he was the one I chose. I looked beyond his defects to the long face, the high cheekbones, the firm chin and the centre-parted hair. The face was removed as easily as a spot of nail varnish and painted anew, the hair was cut, styled and recoloured. A tiny shirt, trousers and jacket were cut out and hand stitched. The dodgy leg was re-wired and, once dressed, Mr Tesla looked as proud as a small piece of porcelain, foam and wire could hope to.
This is what we all do – take something rough and unfinished and inject enough energy into it to allow it to transform it into something so much better.