I try to keep my studio neat--I really do. However, life usually takes over and my messy self emerges quite unbidden. Then, I can go along for a while--sort of melting into the stew of my own creation--until, by the inevitable process of osmosis, chaos takes over and the creative spirit seems just beyond my reach. And I become absurdly close to contemplating my navel for inspiration. What to do, what to do? For me, the simple answer -- in addition to actually cleaning up and vacuuming--is to start refolding the fabric on my shelves. There is something very soothing about the process and as I spent a good part of the weekend sorting and folding, a sense of calmness and preparation began to seep into my pores. These shelves hold mostly batiks and hand-dyes. Everything--especially the hand-dyes--was literally jammed into any available space. As I folded, I came across fabrics that I had forgotten I had and it was like meeting new friends who very much wanted to be included in one of my quilts.
So . . .at last I've stopped the train leading to nowhere and have come to a station that is tranquil and pastoral--filled with beautiful fabric spun, woven and dyed from the extraordinary cotton plant of the mallow family. It beckons me--and I think I'm ready now.
2 comments:
Ok - you really should be writing for a major publication. Not only was it beautiful, thoughtful prose but it made me want to go fold my own fabric. First I have to vacuum up all of the threads and "stuff" as Callie Cat has been sampling way too much of it.
Thanks, Karen. Your remarks mean a lot to me. I'm sorry that Callie Cat has been so busy but at least it serves as an incentive to to the less favorite chores!
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