Sometimes, I am jealous of my clothing. Often it is purchased by a photographer and then whisked off to places I wish I could go.
I see the beautiful art that is made and I feel proud. But I also feel like my clothing is something separate from me.
I know some artist feel as if their art is their babies. Mine is my release.
A release of the pain, suffering, and sleeplessness that is in my soul. My drive to produce something beautiful in this ugly world…
Maybe I should not be so jealous, because I am sending my work out for others to enjoy.
Sometimes, there is so much going on in the world…so much going on in my brain….
so much going on in my heart….that I can’t focus. It is not for lack of drive, or discipline.
It is because there are so many avenues, so many roads I can take, that I don’t even know where to start.
That is were Alice comes in, and the King is in my head and he says `Begin at the beginning… and go on till you come to the end: then stop.’ (Lewis Carroll) I am reminded that I just need to start somewhere. I just need to begin. And because I have chosen to blaze my own trail, because I have decided to make my own path….I decided where to start.
I will go until I get to the end…when my body stops. And I will leave behind a trail of creative, beautiful things. No matter how confusing and strange they may be. And maybe, someone from a different generation will see it.
Maybe someone who is on another journey different from mine who is confused, or unfocused will hear the King speaking to them too…and they will no longer be afraid to begin.
People keep telling me to Blog. I keep putting it off. I put of off because I am scared. I am worried that I won’t have anything to say that people will want to hear.
Then it hit me…
I make things that say what I want people to hear.
So here is my first thought…
Something beautiful…something that can be clean and bridal. Or she can be bright and prom worthy. She can be worn buy someone who is young and tall and full of life. Or she can wrap herself around someone who is older and classic and wise. There is a touch of weight. A touch of light. Something textured and something shiny. All together, she is something beautiful…