Where does the time fly? As I sit in my studio this morning all I can feel is relief. Having passed the anxiety of what will come next on the cloth I’m experiencing a deep sense of freedom. I could get ahead of myself and wonder what the next phase will be like, but I like the idea of lingering where I am now, progressing at a steady pace, no rushing, just enjoying the process.
I received a question last night during an interview at my art opening and the question was, “Do I plan out my pieces or is it an organic process?” I like that question and it certainly meshes with my practice experience. I find that my work is organic. There aren’t any preconceived notions, no drawings, no plans, just allowing the cloth to speak for itself. Okay, maybe I am a ventriloquist and I’m putting words to the cloth but that’s part of the process.
So what is it that I’m really trying to say this morning? I have to stop over thinking things. When I put too much emphasis on the question, “what might happen?” how much am I losing what’s actually happening? This isn’t about a time and space continuum, but a real life experience of my process.
I like this process stuff. It keeps me focused on the matters at hand, both literally and figuratively.
Blessings to you…