Birthday
I spend too many days each year skipping healthy routine because it's 'a special occasion'. Or I spend my time writing about all the magical helpful wisdom I've acquired, instead of actually putting it to use.
So for my birthday, I wanted to have a day where instead of saying stuff, I actually did stuff. It went pretty well. I exercised and finished a project. I went for a walk on the frozen lake Mendota with friends, then went spur-of-the-moment to Dobra Tea with friends, and had white peony tea with some baba ghanoush. I did end up eating a small donut, but it was while watching Twin Peaks, so I can't say it was a mistake.
I have some more ideas about the future...my immediate future, anyway. I can't think too far ahead right now and still keep things in perspective. Another recent epiphany (one which people have been telling me for years, but I refused to accept) is that it's not what you do, but the force behind what you do. It's not your technique, or your skill. It's the creativity and ideas you have. I'm a messy artist. I can't do realistic art to save my life, and what I make tends to be extremely sloppy and not uniform. I think I have to run with that. I don't want to...I've enjoyed textiles so much because following a pattern results in less obvious error. But the best things I ever made were ten kinds of messed up...and people weren't looking at how messy it was. They were looking at the idea.
There's a woman named Marina Bychkova, who makes the most beautiful dolls with tattoos etched into their clay skin. There's another woman whose real name I don't know, but she goes by Katwise. She sells intricate upcycled sweater robes at 300 bucks a pop. If I find my own outlet, I know I can be like them. I want to do what they do.
We'll get into the 'why' later.
So for my birthday, I wanted to have a day where instead of saying stuff, I actually did stuff. It went pretty well. I exercised and finished a project. I went for a walk on the frozen lake Mendota with friends, then went spur-of-the-moment to Dobra Tea with friends, and had white peony tea with some baba ghanoush. I did end up eating a small donut, but it was while watching Twin Peaks, so I can't say it was a mistake.
I have some more ideas about the future...my immediate future, anyway. I can't think too far ahead right now and still keep things in perspective. Another recent epiphany (one which people have been telling me for years, but I refused to accept) is that it's not what you do, but the force behind what you do. It's not your technique, or your skill. It's the creativity and ideas you have. I'm a messy artist. I can't do realistic art to save my life, and what I make tends to be extremely sloppy and not uniform. I think I have to run with that. I don't want to...I've enjoyed textiles so much because following a pattern results in less obvious error. But the best things I ever made were ten kinds of messed up...and people weren't looking at how messy it was. They were looking at the idea.
There's a woman named Marina Bychkova, who makes the most beautiful dolls with tattoos etched into their clay skin. There's another woman whose real name I don't know, but she goes by Katwise. She sells intricate upcycled sweater robes at 300 bucks a pop. If I find my own outlet, I know I can be like them. I want to do what they do.
We'll get into the 'why' later.