Art might simply be the awareness of how we might create self. That we do. What happens, and then, what we do about it. The story. And the expression of that.
Today mySelf stands with a basket of need , just that, SomeWhere, miles from NoWhere. From dreaming, into waking, still feeling the way forward with sure stepping. Many undoings will just make the Less more than enough. ( TYiBO 2013)
And for a moment this morning, life seemed like a doodle.
Before I travel, I am going to hang all the small pieces and studies in process on the walls, which have been resting blankly. I began this morning. Just to get a look. Because they are piling up. I need a broad view. Visibility. I think I will have enough wall space. All the while I will be continuing to sort through cloth. Hoping for a few baskets full besides the open studio shelves . If it is just one thing I learned form all this lessening it is No More Piles. No more storing, saving, hiding. More looking.
The once named Magic Feather Coat, also known as Without End hangs there.
A small tear along the neckband needs attention. I am admiring its staying power just a little longer. I have decided to alter this garment a bit. Well, a lot. Let it become a curtain, maybe, or a blanket. Let it be more useful. I have too many robes.
The less I have, the less I need. (she thought to herself, finding the time to jot that down) Perhaps simplicity is all about transformation, the clarity in that. Perhaps transformation is simply making do. A form of recycling, re-self-ing, sympathetic evolution? Becoming what you need to. How is it we come to need more while celebrating less. In these years of the revival of mending and celebrating making do, it seems it has all become about art, business and money and not at all about what it is.
An unspeakable sadness washed over me while walking yesterday. Not the kind that poisons you, but the kind that enriches. Something quite clear but without words. It will stay like that I suppose, until it becomes something utter-able. Until then I will just try to keep wandering off. Walking about. Let my journey become itself. ( TYiBO 2013 j.a.h )
Saskia has been living her life and also letting her work become quite simple with a deepening sense of quiet and confidence I can clearly admire. She shares her work over at Diaries but also on her blog. I really like this. If you stop by, please do, say hi for me.
It was no longer laced with fear, this going, that flowed like a river though her. She felt no obligation to stay too long in any one form. It would all be woven together into something useful. A vessel, a boat perhaps, that might carry others even after she was gone. Spinning is force like no other. It holds even before it becomes visible. Apparent.