A few days ago, thinking about the love/hate relationship with my birthday, feeling pleased that it was in a few days and there was only a little of the usual pre-birthday gloom going on, and then realized that it was actually a couple of weeks away, and that there was still plenty of time to go into the dark side.
And then I found this childhood drawing. Five years old? A circus theme- there is a trapeze artist and a clown on a unicycle on the other side. I remember drawing it at Great Aunt Peggy's house. We all loved her and her tiny house, and I'm sure that the blue walls of her living room are where my desire for blue began.
Anyhow...
The drawing triggered and fed a whole lot of old things. And then it became a "pet pebble," an assignment for the Creativity Lab class. The goal was to use tape and paper and get in touch with making in a childlike way. It worked. There was a need to do more with this elephant, some memories, and birthdays...
Channeling my inner five-year-old, I'm going without a plan. No rules, other than not undoing anything. If something doesn't fit, I'm making it work with scissors, more fabric, or stitches. I stitched on it all day Friday with a lot of joy and some tears.
Still going... I don't know where. Maybe more sequins and beads, and, if I can find it, silver thread. It's a celebration. I'm loving it. It's still growing. Me too.
