I’m one of those who subscribes to the ‘Process not Product’ schools of thought. I have always enjoyed the process of getting somewhere way more than I enjoy the goal. At least I love the creative part of the journey and what I learn from that journey, once a piece has been finished, it largely sits around, getting dusty, or hanging in my closet waiting for that rare chance to go out into the world, rare I say because unless I’m on the road teaching, more often than not I’m in my pajamas in the studio. Still, I have a closet full of fabulous garments, most not practical with my lifestyle, but more importantly, I have a closet full of experience, challenges, lessons, and pride.
I started over the weekend, on a basic handwoven coat. Nothing fancy, I’ve done way more complex things, but this hand dyed handwoven fabric was busy enough and I just wanted something simple and updated. I showed the coat in progress in my last post a couple days ago. Last night, I finished the handwork and the coat is ready to wear.
J’adore. I mean really. I love love love this coat, the fit is great, it is bright and fun and looks great over pants or short skirts and tights, and I can see wearing it all fall. I don’t usually get that psyched over something I make. Like I would actually go out and buy this coat. And I can assure you it wouldn’t have been cheap.
Monday I’m heading in NYC for a museum excursion with a really wonderful old friend. I’m hoping the weather is perfect for my new coat and a kick-ass pair of boots. (Keeping in mind that I’m still hiking all over the city…)
Sometimes I just don’t know what comes over me. Again, it isn’t about the product, (see above) and sometimes with a pair of good shears in my hand I can be dangerous…
I have my patterns stored in labeled boxes, up on top of the file cabinet, and I was putting away a stack of patterns into their proper boxes and I kept moving this felted vessel from 2012 since it was perched on top of the boxes, just collecting dust. I despise dusting. But it is a necessary thing, and since I can’t not dust, I can slowly make things that catch dust disappear.
I attacked this vessel with my really good shears just to see what was inside. I don’t mean inside the vessel, I mean between the felted layers of colored batts. I squealed in delight.
I ended up cutting up the entire vessel and had this wonderful pile of raw materials to play with.
What I loved most was the symmetry formed from two adjacent strips, laid on their side.
I grabbed a mounting board and started to play.
I showed the piece to some fiber friends. Then I came home and took it all apart (the strips are held to the mounting board with T-pins), and this morning I rearranged the pieces and remounted them. I can see this becoming a morning creativity exercise. Sort of like sketching but I’m arranging fiber into a visual feast.
I tried leaving negative space.
I tried adding additional elements. (The leftover piping from the coat was just laying on the table screaming to be used…)
I’m having a really good time.