It reminded me of a little piece I’d penned by that name – years ago – to accompany a slide presentation and discussion of my work to students. (Yes, it was that long ago – slides, not powerpoint!)
Curiosity. Wonderment. Amazing that one’s via creativa could be summed up in just two words.
Plato said that philosophy begins with wonder, so perhaps that makes me some kind of philosopher – but I’m not sure what kind. Certainly not the academic kind; I have always found it tedious to have to remember and regurgitate the ideas of others when there is a whole universe of places to find ideas of my very own – both in the wonder-full world of nature and the curious recesses of my own brain. And especially in the way these two inter-act when I am freely and playfully making things. Perhaps that means I’m some kind of a practical philosopher, but still I’m not sure. Must we be categorized and pigeon-holed under labels such as philosophers, or, for that matter, artists?
It is play, not properness
that is the central artery, the core,
the brain stem of creative life.
No play, no creative life.
Be good, no creative life.
Sit still, no creative life.
The impulse to play is an instinct.
– Clarissa Pinkola Estes
As a small child I never demonstrated any artistic interest in reproducing objects, people or landscapes in any medium. But I was endlessly fascinated with, and always busy, creating things – all sorts of things. Especially things that involved some kind of alchemy. Things that altered the everyday, that changed my usual way of seeing the world in some way. I’m recalling the shoe-boxes I’d fill with little treasures and cover with colored cellophane then peek into through little viewing holes under different kinds of light. Or things that were made by transforming simple materials – like turning lengths of yarn into forms by crocheting or knitting or knotting. Or things that changed color when I put them into buckets of dye, or left them buried in Dad’s compost heap, or under spawning mushrooms in the bush.
detail – earthWorks series
folded, buried, distressed khadi paper, found objects
I began my professional life as a classroom teacher. It was a perfect fit for my personality and my love of teaching has never waned. But I soon discovered that being contained within educational institutions was hazardous to my creative life.
I branched out on my own, set up my own designer label producing art-to-wear. It was a perfect outlet for my creative passion at the time – completely self-taught, I manufactured every stage of each garment myself from concept to completion. Pattern design and sewing, textile surface design, modeling, marketing and sales all fell under my one-woman banner. […]
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