This chapter. Filled me with inspiration and encouragement... filled me with dread. I am not a risk-taker, or if I am, it's a very, very calculated risk and I often find I regret it afterwards. And most who've known me as an adult would never describe me as impulsive; I am completely the opposite. Add in my anxiety and depression disorders and my perfectionism and I become utterly stagnated. I am shamed by this.
And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
But this chapter isn't about what's wrong, its about what's right. It's not about what doesn't work, it's about what does work.
I came back to the dried out work a couple of days later and looked at the crack and said 'Oh, yuck.' So I thought, it'll probably crack again but I'll just smear some of my paper clay emulsion mixture into the crack , so I did.This passage in chapter three was what really spoke to me. THIS is the attitude I want. What do I have to lose, might as well try it. Ahhhh... now that would be freedom. To say those words and live by them.
What did I have to lose, since I'd already lost that piece? I thought, well, if it behaves like normal, which is what I expected it to do, I figured it would crack again as it dried. Then I forgot about it and a few days later I came back, but to my surprise, the crack was gone. The piece was dry and whole.
~ Rosette Gault
My intuitive voice is trying desperately to get me to try new ventures. Like this one. And oh, how I want to! I'm brimming with ideas. My hands itch for the clay. My fears and perfectionism keep me from even beginning. I've actually been avoiding my creative space.
And yet. Maybe I have begun. I found those vases. I've been researching some sculpture techniques. Searching for a blending tool (which I found just yesterday) that I think will be enormously helpful. Planning themes and designs in my head; need to get them down on paper. Looking at pictures and articles to help inspire me. Thinking about clays and embellishments that I want to use. So I guess I have begun. I'm just moving forward much more slowly than I want to be moving.
But I am moving forward.