Had a lovely lazy Sunday down at the local bowls club followed by some still life set up time – working with the themes of object, weight and the experience of time and memory. Why do some objects gather soo much value while others we are happy to leave by the side? These kitchen scales were used by my sister, cousin and myself to bake scones at Nana’s. I often see similar sets of scales in op shops – and somehow think – although identical – they’re not the same as mine!
I heard a saying this week while listening to a talk by Tim Cope; If you have to rush, rush slowly.
It has resonated with me.
When I read the phrase ‘Slow Textiles’ recently on social media, my initial reaction was a quick turning of the eyes skyward – another slogan to be added to the Hipster Dictionary. Images of fermenting linen danced across my mind. Putting my inner cynic to the side, I let the words linger a little longer.
In so many ways life is on a fast track like never before. We crave convenience to such an extent that we have become not only willing, but eager consumers. Searching out the latest, shiniest, what is trending, being hit, shared, liked, pinned.
Slow, from a conditioned point of view, is tainted with negative interpretation; behind the eight ball, not up to speed, yesterday’s news. And yet there is such value in the ability to pause, breath a moment longer, make space for another way, an alternative thought, or if you are brave enough to relinquish the control of inner dialogue, allow just for a moment, no thought at all.
To rush slowly, evoked in me that inner balance. Cope described it as the midway point between passion and patience, between the need to have ambition, to feel propelled forward, to have a goal and yet to be gentle, to tread lightly as you move forward and find the way that honours yourself and others simultaneously.
This creative process, between action and inaction, can take you into the places that are alive and beyond your imagination. It happens when you are living in cooperation with something that is greater than the small version of yourself. It takes an inner bravery that is very quite, very still. It doesn’t have slogans or a tag and is far too often missing from our lives today.
To rush slowly. What a lovely combination of words to cross my path this week.
A sneak peek of a new shirt design that is just about at completion! The inspiration for the silhouette of this design came from the female fashion of the 1920s, when women were exploring a freedom of expression that, for me representing strength and femininity combined.This top is constructed with my fabric from my vintage collection, with a modern detail for the exposed yoke detail.
I heard a quote today (and I am usually fastidious about referencing all quotes- a habit from University days), but tonight I am content to paraphrase;
It is what people make, not what they say or do, that tells you about humanity. Study what they make.
I have made a study of what people make and never had much patience for what people say and a terrible memory of what they do. It was an extremely gratifying TV bite and was one ingredient of today that got me back to the canvas. The others were rain, the prospect of the working week and that indescribable sense of anticipation, which sometimes masks its self as anxiety that come when an artist has spent little time expressing herself and too much time avoiding.
This week has come to an end with a great deal of reflection. Having lost a dear friend.
She made something of her life and it was a privilege to have been a small part of it. As in the last still life (Self Portrait), this piece features objects of significance to my past; my grandfathers camera I inherited, a tin can – the same my grandmother would put on the stove to boil an egg and limes from the garden where I last lived. Peg, my friend who passed away last week, was my next door neighbour. I gardened for her and she nick-named me Green Boots, for the bright green Crocs I would wear when I spent time in her garden. We treasured every minute and didn’t waste a crumb or sip of cuppa tea together. She was everything a woman of her generation was meant to be.
Silk screened denim, patch-work pieced vintage wool and velvet, a sampling of hessian and a vintage button to fasten these lined purses brings together all that is delicious is the world of textiles. Available in three sizes, clutch, case and purse at Etsy.