I am adrift. I am uninspired and without direction. That bell tower that I made last week just does not work or make me happy or give me ideas or beg to be fixed. Eh. It is going in a closet for awhile. Maybe forever. So, what did it tell me, if anything? It told me that "loosening up" is not easy. In the end I was obsessing over perspective and fussily coloring my plain fabrics to give them more oomph. Not at all what I planned.
A couple of commenters mentioned my facility with patterned fabrics and that it was a strength. Well, maybe, but see, the thing is, I am suffering from just seeing too much of the same thing happening in my studio. It has gotten stale for me. I need a change that is me, but a different me.
Oh Lord, I just reread that and I have become Whiney Blogger. I hate Whiney Blogger, but hang with me here. I am working through something.
The other morning I was ironing a blouse to wear to a lecture by a famous art quilter. I was in my tiny utility room, ironing away and pondering my state of dissatisfaction and malaise. I looked up at the clothes waiting to be ironed (there is always a waiting line at my house) and an old striped shirt of mine caught my eye.
The famous quilt artist lecture? I won't tell you who it was. It made me so tired. She is deep into technique. Holy moly. She spreads yards of silk on snowbanks and sprays caustic chemicals all over it and she processes things with rusty bits and more chemicals and then she makes a lot of stuff that seems to be all about the techniques, and all look pretty much alike including some tortured hanging methods, which vary a bit from piece to piece. Way too tricky and technical and ultimately only interesting from a "how she did it" angle. So exactly opposite of what I am striving for. I was literally falling asleep and had to keep pinching myself, but our STASH group, who attended it together, went for a divine lunch after, at a beautiful spot and we cackled and had a grand time.
The next day I went to a thrift store, where you paw through piles of stuff that you pay for by the pound and brought home two bags of striped and stripe-ish shirts. I have been fileting and boning them (you know—cutting out the good parts) for the past three days. More to follow. Maybe.