On Friday I worked in my studio on the wool quilt from 3 PM to 1 AM. As I watched the pattern unfold, I was completely absorbed in the flow of my work, the gift of my talent, the sureness of my skill.
Questions of complexity and simplicity arose. I watched as I decided to choose the path of complexity. I took note as it led me astray and I lost my sense of direction.
Knowledge is gained during the process of discovering patterns. I love this about quilt making. Residing in a practice to which I’ve dedicated 20 years is simultaneously humbling, quietly exhilarating, and deeply satisfying.
At one point on Friday I became overwhelmed with gratitude. When I am alone in my studio practicing my craft, it is between me and God as My Witness. It is not about external success, recognition or money. It’s about the truth of who I am in relationship to my self, to others, to my craft and to my being in the world.
The ability to practice my creativity is not something to be taken for granted – although I often do. And when I do, I usually feel regret. I tell myself I should be doing something more useful like being a nurse, or making more money… During these times I forget what it means to be an artist. I loose sight of the reward.
I am always thankful when I rediscover the reward and am reminded again of my purpose, the rhythm of my attention. Just as I am thankful for you, the person reading my story right now, for being my witness.