"the creation of something new
is not accomplished by the intellect
but by the play instinct."
life can sometimes bog us down. adulting can be a very serious matter which can take over and rub the shiny off of just about everything. in order to remain sane, we must remember to cultivate a sense of play.
play energizes us. enlivens us. it has the capability of renewing our sense of optimism and makes us open to new possibilities. in our art. in our lives. in general.
there are many ways in which one can play. one of my favorites is to create and play with little people. needle chanting new spirit-filled people into existence and fanning the imagination with their stories.
here are three such people in their beginning stages. a perky boobed lady emerging from an old fragment of experimental batik. a woodsy fellow in winter holiday colors making his way from a vintage clothing fragment. finally, a peachy, flesh-toned dude taking shape from a "failed" dye experiment. beyond these few shreds, their stories are still transpiring. being whispered quietly in the background.
me? i'm carefully listening.
with scraps of cloth and fibre.