Friday, June 15, 2012

Easy to Grow


Just enough depth for the roots to take.
Hold on gently, but firmly.
Get your bearings.
Settle in.
Find the light.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Burn This




Oh, the rhythm of creativity is an interesting phenomenon. Things can sit on a shelf for months, like the pink silk 'blossoms' I began many moons ago, and then, BOOM! Like a match being struck (literally in this case) the eureka moment occurs. 


I can't pinpoint what made me think to set light to this work, but when it hit, I knew it must happen immediately. Where are the matches?! Will the lighter we use to start the gas cooker work better?! I know, walk around the corner to B&Q and buy a fire lighter, NOW!


Standing over the kitchen sink with flames bursting from my small silk pieces was the most fun I've had with my work in a while. Perhaps it was because there was a slight element of danger involved or maybe it was the thrill of the burst of a new idea in action.

Whatever. It was a combustible, creative combination. :)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Tending


What needs my attention?

It may be, today, I don't create anything new.
Today, laundry is the perfect dance partner.

Unfinished, unfolded, un-mended.
It needs the same loving care often reserved for the awaiting idea.

Pay the bills one poem at a time.


Monday, June 11, 2012

Befriending the Enemy


My husband and I just returned from a week in Italy, where we, along with my brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew, helped my parents celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. It was a special week. I was able to spend time with my husband and my family in a beautiful setting in the Tuscan hillside outside of Florence where we ate amazing food, drank lovely wines, and enjoyed sultry warm weather which we were able to indulge in poolside.

I'm now having a bit of trouble 're-entering the atmosphere' of creative life. Yesterday was spent in the studio trying to get started again, without much luck, I must confess. Today a slight, yet persistent feeling of doubt is lingering in the air. I'm always a bit fearful when I'm in this state --fearful it will last forever and my life will be lived in the smallness of my own mind, where it is dark and really unpleasant.

I find that there is a fine balance of moving forward - experimenting with little bits of cloth, etc. and just being in the studio. Sitting. Observing. Relaxing. Being with the doubt and the fear and finding a way to simply befriend it and let it naturally move away.

No tug of war, no cursing at the dark. Just a gentle conversation with the Muse and then the patience and the courage to continue in the face of what sometimes feels like walking through fire.