Experimenting In The Dark
Since the very beginning on my journey to become an artisan, when I took the clear path on my own towards learning about crafts, history and fine art. It was so called primitive/ indigenous art that mostly caught my attention. The traditional arts and crafts of Africa, Japan, Yunnan, Tibet, India ... Mexico, Peru, North America. In my late teens - finally away from the competitive world I had been bound to, in the classroom with children vying to be the next important person. I gladly found myself in quiet rooms devoted to textiles, print making, photography; making primitive patterns with wax onto hemp cloth. Making dyes and handmade paper with vegetable pulp. Sculpting thumb pots out of cold wet clay, during stark English Winters. Decorating them with my Grandmothers rare wolf hair calligraphy brushes. Catching light abstractions in nature onto photographic film. Experimenting with solarisation in the dark and aloneness ...
What Do You See In A Wrinkle?
In those earliest years, what was I trying to capture with my camera and with the needle of a batik pen? What was I running away from; or running towards? It is almost by mistake that this has become my life path now, for there was a time, that I rejected all this somewhere inside. Often I ponder the gifts that are shared with me, they seem to reach me backwards, I have to wait to make sense of them. I came from a humble small town in the middle of English flatlands. Confused by such seeming simplicity of life, suspended between my peers ambitions ... or lack of it. Yet despite being told I had a gift, for a time I tossed it into the wind.
Il pensiero di tornare al lavoro lunedì riempie alcuni di noi di frustrazione e perdita di motivazione: con questi 5 consigli, potrebbe essere un po' più facile iniziare.