Palettes of words are poets’ paint,
muddle them, mix them, add water.
Run them through you and your daughter,
whatever you do, don’t be quaint.
-Lynne
Palettes of words are poets’ paint,
muddle them, mix them, add water.
Run them through you and your daughter,
whatever you do, don’t be quaint.
-Lynne

Over the holidays, I visited Half Price Books with a specific project in mind. I wanted to make rolled paper beads. To do this, I needed a coffee table art book. (Yes, I, the bibliophile, was planning to desecrate a book.) My favorite artists are Picasso, Modigliani and Matisse and I was able to find a lovely Matisse art book. Flipping through it, I was able to find a couple of images that I liked. I ended up choosing Plum Blossoms, Green Background, 1948. It is a lovely painting and has these reds and greens that would show up really well in my beads.
I did manage to cut out the page that I had decided to use (it hurt only for a minute). I cut the strips and flags that I wanted and started rolling around a yarn needle and pin. I used Aleene’s Tacky Glue (that wonderful, all-purpose craft glue) to glue the ends of the strips down.
For the pendant, I folded the 1/2″ strips in half so that the color could be seen from the front. I also covered the back of it with Tacky Glue to give it better stability.

I really liked the rondelles, but did not want them to go all the way around the necklace, so I made straight cylinders to finish out the necklace. I wire-wrapped all the beads, made a clasp and I was good to go. For the wire, I used copper coated black wire.
This is just a study and is not meant to be worn regularly. I do like the pendant so much that I will probably make another one and coat it to make it more durable to regular wear. This process is so much like quilling, that I could probably use some of those techiques to improve my beads if I continue making them.
This is a huge step from the rolled paper beads we used to make as kids. You know the ones.
Happy crafting from Kristin!
Sparkling in time all words’ facets,
phonemes and vowels spread glory.
Yet still they carry their story,
words are poets’ paint on palettes.
-Lynne
Within my stock I plunder rhymes,
mulling over the lines and rules.
Four lines need to shine like jewels,
all words’ facets sparkling in time.
-Lynne
Within my reach I keep a flock
of words I shear like fleecy sheep.
Into the herd I search and seek,
plundering rhymes within my stock.
-Lynne
The lines the meaning floats beneath
temper rough wide thoughts into words.
I tend my words like a shepherd,
a flock I keep within my reach.
-Lynne