There are two kinds of light – the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures.
One of the first big projects I took on this term for my fibre class was felt making. Our class had such a wide variety of things, needle felted critters, clothing, hats, even a needle felted wall hanging. I stuck to wet felting and chose to make a very gauzy, delicate fabric and turn it into a lamp shade. Glass beads are hand stitched on while edges and spines of the shade are embroidered. The lamp I gave no real thought to liking when I was done now sits on the fireplace in my bedroom and I love it.
While everyone was throwing around ideas for their feling projects I was wracking my brain for something a little less traditional. The memory of my mother making lampshades when I was a kid popped into my head and I took it and ran. My teacher tried to steer me in the direction of figurines, clothes or even an iphone case, items along the lines of the rest of the class members, but those didn't make me even half an ounce eager to get to work.
Sometimes going into thing completely blind is perfect. “How hard could it be?” was one thought I had when thinking about a shade. Well, this was a much more time consuming project than I had ever contemplated. Had I had an inkling of what I would put into it I may have chosen differently, so thankgoodness for being blissfully ignornat (thought even now I would do another).
Sketchbooks and journals are the street lamps that illuminate the artist’s journey.
I decided a couple days ago to start keeping a sketchbook. This is not my first attempt at this, but it will be the one that sticks. I figured I’d show you a few of the things that have come out since I first cracked open the cover.
I am still waiting for my street lamp to turn on, but so far it’s been enjoyable.
I think one of the keys for me is trying new things right now so it doesn’t get boring, and seeing what draws me in.
It is after all, about enjoying the journey is it not?