Things in the studio these days continue to feel like a new journey. Silk fabrics that have been languishing in wicker baskets for years are strongly whispering and gently drifting towards my muse. Where they want to go continues to remain to be seen, as they are calling the shots. I'm just the navigator.
I read something related to journeys a few years ago. I came upon it the other day and it still resonates:
At the start of a voyage, prudent sailors write in their log, "From A toward B", not "A to B." That's because they know all too well that conditions may change dramatically during the course of the voyage, so they have to be prepared to reconsider their goal. Survival may depend on their adaptability.
Although working with fabric certainly isn't a matter of survival, it is often a matter of adaptability. The exploration can't be so single minded that we aren't open to new directions.