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La Lluvia Once upon a time, in a land far away, there, Over The Rainbow, I discovered you, embellished with a kind of light and charm, mystery and magic, that one finds only in this special place. Whether it was Fate or Luck, we met again, my Beaded Art Doll, and I renamed you appropriately enough, La Lluvia. You were the answer to a prayer, a moment of divine inspiration, the perfect companion to accompany me in the search of fulfillment and creative happiness. My search began because of my move to the Valley, a new home which left me with a sense of loss for friends, my former sweet home and gardens of beloved plants. There lushness was the norm and flowers and fruit sprang from the earth with abundance, health and beauty. Now I live in an arid valley at 7000 feet where the surrounding mountains are snow topped most of the year. Where winter lasts until May and comes again in early September. Temperatures get quite warm during the day but can drop to freezing at night even during the summer some years. The wind blows strongly all seasons. It ships the soil off the western foothills to collect and create a sandy floor in the Valley bottom and dunes at the foot of the eastern mountains. The surrounding mountains accumulate snow, in good years, for the water that comes to the Valley in rivers and streams and the underlying aquifer. Dark clouds swirl around the Valley from time to time with the promise of rain but more times than enough create spirals of swirling dirt or spectacular lightening shows and let fall little or no water. Rain in the whole Valley is unpredictable and rare. Water, this precious element is the source of prosperity or failure in the Valley. It is closely guarded by laws and ditch riders. The Valley is crossed by major irrigation ditches which feeds smaller ones for those who own rights to water. Every drop of water is measured and accounted for. In dry years, when the snow pack is low and Spring rains few, necessity rules. Flower gardens do without and water poor lands turn brown. Green is limited to the crop circles and rivers' edges. In fat years the rivers swell their banks, ditches run full and everyone has a garden that is a gift to the eye. Fat years are not the norm. How, I wondered, would I grow the gardens I needed in such a place? How would I find the source of inspiration in such a harsh environment? What element would provide the answers? Rain, the sweet promise of growth and life, the free blessing from above was the only answer. In the distant past prayers, charms, chants and gifts to the weather gods were employed. The promise of rain was sought in natural events and sometimes in dreams. I would have to search for my own way to fulfillment and this is how you came to me, in a dream and in an inspiring unusual event. The event was the first sign of Spring, the arrival of the Mountain bluebirds. These small bright blue birds come in the early spring to establish nests in boxes set up on fence posts all over the Valley. They stay only a short time to raise their young and then fly to the mountains where they spend the summer. The third week in March we had a spring storm which blew icy wind off the mountains. The snow started as a few flakes, then flurries and by late afternoon had increased to a driving white-out storm. Five bluebirds took shelter in my cat's outside raised house near my back door as the storm intensified. I could see them huddled together in a brilliant clump of blue from my bathroom window. The cat, Pumpkin, a great bird hunter, I knew would quickly dispatch them so I brought her inside. Pumpkin gladly gave up her outside freedom to a warm night on the sofa. Off and on all night I checked on the birds, a soft glow of blue hunkered safely in a corner. The next morning the sun shown brilliantly, melted away the snow, warmed the air and the bluebirds flew off. The cat went back outside and I was left with a warm glow and a profound feeling of hope and promise. A month or so later I had a dream. It was an idea of a totem or fetish for female rain, the Native Americans' idea of rain that falls gently and nourishes the land. "She" appeared to me dressed in a mist of rain drops falling from a cloud drifting about her shoulders.
In her hands was a crystal sphere which radiated a rainbow of lights that encircled her. I woke from the dream with the idea of her complete in my mind and quickly sketched out her form. I knew that she was the promise of help for me in my creative search. I called her La Lluvia, the Spanish word for rain in honor of the early Spanish settlers who established the irrigation systems and started farming in the Valley.
I began my work to create a physical object from an inspiration. I sought out the right beads, the perfect form, to bring my dream to life. The knitted beaded bag I have made for years as gifts to friends and family became her body, blue beads on blue thread. The bag could hold all the tokens of rain from around the world, prayers, amulets, symbols and signs that I might collect over time. Her head was made of a circle of panty hose and stuffing covered and formed with seed beads. Blue crystals that would reflect sky and water were chosen for her eyes. Brown beads, the color of good earth became her hair. Copper wire wrapped cord covered with beads created strong arms and legs. Ruby red boots were added in memory of another girl who had a connection with rainbows and who also had trials before she found her "home". With arms and legs sewn on the basic form was complete, the magical aspects were still to come.
To the bag I began to add the aspects of falling rain, many lines of clear and shades of blue, seed and bugle beads ending in a droplet hanging down to form a skirt and fringe off her arms. The floating cloud across her shoulders was sown in layers of beads, the bottom layer of silver and the ones over it white. Silver lined clouds are another symbol of promise. In her hands I attached a crystal sphere which woudl radiate rainbows in the sunlight the way I saw La Lluvia in my dream. Hanging from the crystal were added glass shells. Shells being another aspect of water.
Because I wanted to be able to wear La Lluvia, I incorporated the rainbow in the dream into a necklace. This was accomplished with a peyote stitch of glass beads to form the rainbow affect that not only encircled La Lluvia but the wearer as well. This rainbow is broken here and there with clouds which also disguises the necklace clasp. Lastly I added bluebirds from the spring snow storm, on her shoulder and flying over the rainbow.
This at last is how I saw La Lluvia in my dream, a radiant figure of blues and whites surrounded by a rainbow of ultimate promise. And so we two begin our quest together in this special place. Our adventures and accomplishments are ahead of us. We will now watch the skies for clouds that will swell over the Valley with hope that the rain will fall, water the earth and make our plants grow. We are looking forward to the beauty and fragrance of a flower garden we can share with newly met friends. La Lluvia and I will watch for the glorious rainbows that we can see from end to end arching over our flat Valley at the end of these rain storms and be content and fulfilled.
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La Lluvia List of Materials Body: Head: Arms
& Legs: Embellishments: Cloud
Around Shoulders: Necklace: Crystal: Dimensions:
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MARYJANE
G. RHETT Doll
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