There is clematis in our front yard. There’s a real joy to moving into a place in the winter; you’ve no idea what’s been planted before you’ve gotten there, and spring is a bit of a surprise; we have irises on the side of the house, daffodils in the far corner, and surprise! NOT morning glories, but clematis going gangbusters out by the front door. I’m about to plant some lavender along the side, once the seedlings have hardened off and it looks like we’re past the worst of the frost, but I’ve been loving this unpredictability.
Wallowing in processes which are spontaneous and organically fluid, unpredictable and dynamic, that’s really been my thing lately. In my twenties and even bleeding into my early thirties, I would go to far riskier places for my endorphin rush- extreme workouts, self abuse, over- work, war zones- but I find unpredictability a much more enjoyable (and productive) space. Finding self- worth in my thirties helped, and there’s something rather obviously invigorating about keeping a little off- balance in my free time. Sam jokes that I don’t really keep still, but it’s more than that. I think about things like my fine motor skills, and retaining cognitive flexibility; we keep these things by using them, by learning new skills, by using our hands in a variety of different ways. I’ll fall apart eventually- we all do- but I’d like to have a good time getting there, make as many gifts as possible before I go, and boof: there’s just so much to know, especially when it comes to knowing how to make.
I’m not sure what I’ll make using this palette, but it’s bound to be something; I’m kind of in love with this one. I have another example coming next week of how an image that doesn’t always look like a whole heck of a lot can still be used for inspiration if you like the central color/s: we’ll talk about it when we get there, though. And: for those who asked, I’ve opened up a Society6 shop, although there are only a few things on there right now; folks kept asking for art, and I’ll sell originals on Etsy, but also: this. I don’t know, it’s weird for me for some reason- really no good reason at all- so I’m just putting it out there and getting that over and done. More being uncomfortable. It’s good for me!
Tell me about the things that you do which make you feel awkward or a little uncomfortable but are good for you in the end. Not the crappy ones, like getting your tetanus shot (totally DO THAT, but that’s not what I mean) but those other acts that we enter into, maybe with a little apprehension or anticipation but always uncertainty and unsteadiness—participating in a new situation, learning a brand new skill, doing something old an entirely new way.