nourish

a slow week this one... some long-awaited surgery took place on Monday and since then I've been dealing with daily bouts of nausea and dizziness thanks to the after effects of general anesthesia

the urge to work creatively was a stubborn one though and I had in my mind a textured "frosty" base for some winter-inspired calligraphy

over the course of the last few days I made a start...

it began with layers of white gesso scraped and smeared on heavy-weight cold-pressed watercolour paper

alternating between smoothing and scraping along with some scratching into and then flowing on indigo pigment followed by granulating watercolour, I slowly built up what I thought to be an interesting surface, one that looked appropriately "cold"

using window mounts I blocked off interesting areas where a word or phrase could be penned

pleased, I started on a list of possible words:

frost

frozen stillness

snowflakes

snowdrifts

sparkling snow

you get the idea... 

next was to start playing with different ways of writing the words, perhaps adding flourishes, thinking about style - jagged and rough like the ice itself or the branches that have been frosted with it?

what about curved and flowing like the wind that blew the snowflakes down?

and what colour of ink?

it was all interesting and felt creative enough but it also felt over-planned... maybe contrived, perhaps not yet, but definitely approaching that state

as I sat debating the various options other words, ones I had read the day before, floated in my mind

"dive deeply into the creative instinct... whatever form it happens to take

nourish the imagination

cultivate a practice of attention, to the mysteries and yearnings of our own hearts"

- Sue Monk Kidd

a practice of attention, to my own heart

the words rolled around and around, and I knew instantly I had not been doing that, not for a while

I liked what I'd been working on, it was interesting and challenging, but it was not what I had to do, it was what I thought I wanted to do

I love words and paint and letters and I like working with them in ways that intrigue me but I don't yearn for them, at least not regularly

what does fire me up though, what gets the wheels turning, the what-ifs flowing, is textiles

its been a good long while since I played with fabric or ribbon or thread but it didn't take long for me to find my ribbon box and start pulling out everything I could find that spoke those same winter words through their colour or texture

just looking at them lit a spark, and there it was...

a little dose of nourishment for a creative heart

take care,

Jillayne