Greetings from Ohio. In all honesty, this has been one hell of week. I should not be surprised–studying at the Crow Barn is always its own unique version of purgatory. Will I be redeemed? I have no idea. I really don’t.
We worked on two exercises this past week. The first focused on using motifs and a mad cap search for glowing figures on flat grounds. Unfortunately, few of us found what we were looking for.
We were to make a total of 16 units of the same motif. Each one was to be beautiful in its own right. I enjoy this sort of assignment. Approaching the same thing from different angles over and over again really makes me happy. It is all about the repetition.
But then we were to cut all of them up! Here is a view of them close together, but not really arranged. I liked them a lot.
Still I did it–I cut them up. In the world of literature, they call it killing your babies. And that is a bit what it felt like. Death by rotary cutter.
Out of the carnage, a better composition was supposed to emerge.
I found myself happily making circles. I know I have been there before. Like ordering your favorite item off of the menu, or finding a well-known movie playing on the T.V., returning to something familiar and loved always feels good and safe.
But those feelings are not what the Barn is about. Intellectually, I understand this–you can’t grow if you only create what you are comfortable making. But emotionally, this was oh-so hard for me.
I did it though. And I mostly felt mad the entire time. I will say in complete truthfulness–I am not a particularly teachable student. I am much more interested in pleasing myself than I am in pleasing my teacher. Yes, I want their approval. But I want them to approve of my work as it is. Not the other way around. I also discovered today that I am a resistant learner. What does this mean? It means I, for some whacked out reason, always resist the exercise. I am a bit mortified at this realization. It really is an unflattering personality trait. This is what happened visually.
On the outside it is okay. But on the inside it felt like something I didn’t want to do. Why? I do not know.
In an unprecedented–at least to my knowledge–move, we are working through Saturday and Sunday on assignment number two. After the tragedy of assignment number one, which involved lots of dead babies and no glowing figures, I am feeling good about the current assignment.
In the next few days, I will try to share my progress in photos, but for now I will tell you that it involves a traditional quilt block. Here is what my work space looked like on Friday afternoon.
Yippppeee for traditional quilt blocks and eight hours of sleep!
P.S. I am sharing this post on Nina-Marie’s blog where you can check out all kinds of fiber artist postings about what they have been doing this week.