O.K. So I have less than a week to prepare for our local International Festival. It is a three day event and I have a table to sell for two of those days. I should be in a flurry of production.
In my defence I'll say I've been dyeing table cloths and have hunted down a cost effective source of jewelry display units. I've been crimping cording, attaching jump rings and just received my business cards. Reading this I'm almost impressed except for the fact that I don't have near enough stock to sell. Did I mention I bought a receipt book and budget ledger?
With our 34 celsius plus weather I just have not felt the draw of the clay. Did I mention that we picked this week to get a new puppy (as opposed to an old one)?
Once again I feel like I'm sitting down with the mandate to produce something unique, brilliant and sure to sell. Yup. No pressure and no new stock. I was getting restless and worse, I had the distraction of a new book from the library with some killer cool twining and coiling techniques.
I gave in to the dark side. I turned my back on my work space and curled up with the book.
Suddenly I was hit with textures and images that started weaving all sorts of artistic possibilities in my brain. The only problem was that none of this had anything to do with what I would be selling this weekend. I decided I didn't care. See what happens when you become a rebel? I spent the evening coiling and plaiting metal wire. It was such an artistic release.
By morning my fingers were sore but I had two almost respectable pieces. I proudly showed one to my husband. He looked at the it and said," That will look really good when you add some of your polymer clay beads to it, or a piece of black clay behind it to highlight it. Good work."
I was gobsmacked. Here I was, thinking I was making a hash of things and by going off on another tangent that interested me, I had my answer. What can I say? Follow your muse people. No matter how fickle, it is rarely a waste of time.