I hope you're in the mood for a little imperfection today. My camera and I need to get some relationship counseling. I apologize on her behalf for the grainy photos. She apologizes on my behalf for my lack of patience.
The picture above is my mini house altar. Or at least it was until this morning when I did a re-arrange.
Last night I went to Persimmons to make my very first artist trading card (ATC). I wasn't sure what to expect, but I knew it would be fun. Kim of Persimmons is hosting a Spooktacular that began yesterday and will run through Sunday. She has lots of her work and some vintage pieces on sale right now and open studio time. The ATC workshop was only $5.00! She had heaps of supplies for us to use and we could make as many as we wanted.
I was thinking about the theme of my card as I walked over to her studio (Notice I wrote walked? I love living downtown!). I couldn't think of anything, but I was sure of one thing; this would be my first card and I needed to have fun. I just needed to relax and remember that Christie's wasn't on standby waiting for me to turn out the ATC of the century so they could auction it off for millions. This was supposed to be fun and no pressure.
Of course, as soon as I arrived Kim put me at ease. She showed me the supplies, the cards (we used playing cards) and I got to look through a whole bunch of ATCs made by her and other artists (which was a little intimidating).
There was only one woman there who had never made ATCs before and of course she seemed like she knew exactly what to do. I was a little stumped. I made one card which I'll explain later, but this is my second card.
Is it perfect? No, it isn't, but it makes me happy because I let myself just do what I wanted and not worry about how perfect everyone else's cards were. I was pleased that as I began piecing words together they seemed to form a message all on their own:
As my footsteps continued around the curves it occurred to me that one of the most important functions of the mysterious is no mystery at all.
These words were not a sentence in the magazine page I was using, but rather fragements of sentences in one section of the article that seemed to come together perfectly.
I love it and I also love how the paper curved on the first line which mentioned curves. Imperfection? I don't think so. I love it when things like this happen.
I didn't feel very free last night when I was making things. I was as I often am in social situations, a little shy and a little nervous. Isn't that crazy? Yet, something about Kim's laid back, but still very professional teaching demeanor helped me just get to it. Plus, Kim shared some great news...she's had a real professional teaching win recently, but I won't give the details...I'm sure she'll share soon here.
My first card makes me cringe a little, but I'm still sharing it because it has meaning to me. I am participating in NaNoWriMo starting November first. One of the short stories I'm going to be working on is called. "Tiny Ship...Big Big Sea" so when I saw the image of the boat on the water I knew I'd use it, but I didn't anticipate that the words would pop out at me. It was during the making of this card that I realized that I'm halfway there. I have the ideas and the stories already...I just need to write them! What a relief. :)
Are my cards perfect? Who's to say? Do I see them as the final stamp on what I can do or create? No. However, I do see them as a reflection of how some part of my inner life is very connected to my muse and is pointing me in the right direction...even when I don't think it's happening.
Another example of embracing imperfection. If you know me personally in real life you may gasp when you see this:
Yes, it is one of my most prized possessions. It was a huge bowl I bought many years ago from a potter at Art Street. It's had many incarnations...popcorn bowl, crystal bowl, bath salt making bowl, fruit bowl and for a short time it housed all of our remote controls.
Well, it broke. I can't bear to part with the pieces because they're so beautiful, yet because they aren't flat it would be difficult to make them into a mosaic. This morning I felt inspired to put a shard against the window sill next to some things I already had there.
I love this. In the background you can see the imperfection of construction and a parking lot, but look at city hall and the view. I made this one sepia toned because I love how the view of downtown looks frozen in time. By the way, that dark line in the middle is the river. A view of the river? Aren't we lucky? I also love how the tulips on the shard blend with the other items...it's meditative don't you think?
There was a time I would have died and gone to hell before sharing my first cards with you, but I've learned that there is so much more to everything that what I see at first glance. I really don't see the imperfections as much as I see the meaning and how something inside of me got expressed.
Oh, and let me tell you....a woman at the class who I had never met used to live in our apartment and she said it was her favorite apartment ever!!! She said she loved it and that is exactly how we feel (wrote about this in the last post)! Now, isn't that perfect!
p.s. Because of the yahoo/typepad email thing it is harder for me to reply directly to comments, which means it often doesn't happen. However, I love your comments and will respond within the comments section of each post from now on.
p.s. double s: It's been a long time, but this weekend I may make my very special and fail-safe gingerbread pancakes with homemade peach compote. If I do...I'll share the recipe.