I question. A lot. One of my favourite questions is what if as in what if I try this or that? Asking what if has spread to every area of my life. In the studio, it makes me less fearful in terms of creating art, learning new techniques, or trying patterns that may or may not suit my body type or my fashion personality. In some way, asking what if lets me live a little closer to the creative edge instead of pulling too far back from the view. It's more exciting than perfection. At most, some product is "wasted" but nothing is ever truly lost. I learn.
Another question - what is it...? - is becoming increasingly familiar and can be addressed from so many perspectives. What is it about stitching this particular project that feels so wonderful? What is it about that idea that won't stop tickling? What is it that is preventing me from working the way I want to? What is it that's making me less productive than I could be? What is it that's stopping me from moving forward in this particular situation? What is it about this fabric that attracts me? What is it that makes this garment a favourite? What is it about this technique that excites me?
Like what if, what is it....? is an extremely powerful question. With both, I listen to and feel my body's response. Those responses are the reason I changed my mind three times in three weeks. My body said wrong direction, turn around and made me look at the specifics more closely and ask what if I simply rested? What is it about resting that distresses me? What is it that I could do to rest? Intriguing. Not always easy. I believe that my body's response is one way that God speaks to me.
I've been pondering Linda's absolutely wonderful comment. She wrote - A verse I remind myself oh so often to help me through life's struggles - Philippians 4:11. Not that I complain of want; for I have learned, in whatever state I am, to be content. - Content is a good thing.
I am definitely not a theologian. I find The Message version of the bible much easier to understand and enjoy reading it however, I mostly live out my faith in a day to day fashion trusting God to use whatever source he needs to speak to me in whatever way he wants to speak to me. That's often through my morning study and journal/prayer times and it could equally be through a thought that occurred while moving through the day, an article in a magazine, a news report, a casual comment, a romance novel, the view, and so on. I never know.
I say that to say that I'd need to do some research to even begin to suggest what is meant by the word content in that particular verse but reading it certainly tickled my thought processes. On one hand, I think it's important to be at peace with our place in the world or forever suffer discouragement and depression and - on the other hand - with equal value - I can see how important it is to push the boundaries and be neither complacent nor stagnant.
It strikes me that boundary pushing involves a level of discontent which in turn made me wonder about positive and negative criticism, positive and negative critique, and the possibility of positive discontent. And isn't that an interesting thought? To me at least.
Barb was trying to explain how I don't think like other people and how that can be intimidating. Really? I have a hard time understanding - as in I don't understand - why people find me intimidating. I think they're fascinating and I love a really good conversation and to share, support and encourage BUT... when she started laughing about today's topic - which apparently is not a normal topic - I - sort of - got her point and...
... we ended up talking about friendship which led to another interesting question. She said that a woman she considers a very close friend said that Barb must not consider her (the other woman) a close friend because she'd never ask her for money. THAT is an interesting criteria by which to measure friendship. We discussed how love language (mine is quality time) could affect our opinion of friendships and how we each judge the closeness of a friendship. That's a fascinating topic so I'm putting the question out there. In your opinion, what makes a close friend?
Yesterday, I experimented with making lace thinking it might be pretty along the bottom of a dress or over/under garment. The left over fabric bits were denim coloured on one side and a dull taupe on the other. When I spread them over the tulle and soluble stabilizer, they looked boring so I added what I thought was a scattering of silver and in the end, it was overwhelming... and ugly... it looks better in the picture.
Even though I used a shiny rayon thread and dense threadwork, the sparkle dominates and the denim looks even duller. That it didn't work out helped to make up for the fold over mistake. I'd prepped two 4' strips but only stitched one. There seemed no point in doing the other since I have no desire to look like a Christmas tree which is what this reminds me of. Perhaps, it can become a Christmas bow.
I'm working on a dress.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - thought provoking questions