I did a textile workshop over the weekend. I had a BLAST. I'm so inspired to do all these creative things with fibres and a little soap 'n water. I'm not very GOOD at it but maybe with practice I'll be able to make something I really like! The problem is finding the time. This was the first weekend in a long time where I indulged myself for two whole days in something that was purely for ME. I did feel a teensy bit guilty about taking the time for it because of all the other stuff I have to do but what the hell. This was FUN! and I had so much to learn.
The other woman in the class kept commenting on how great it was that I could do this for fun. She was taking the workshop to try and figure out new ideas for incorporating fibre into her metal work. I kept saying to everybody about how cool this was and how awesome that they could do this ALL. THE. TIME. On Monday morning, they don't have to go to an office job, they get to go to the studio and be creative. I understand the distinction though. To me, this is playing...to them, this is their livelihood. But man, I do admire them.
Having spent an entire weekend with these wonderful artists, I got a crash course into their lives and vice versa. One woman said something that has totally resonated with me since Sunday.
Your parents didn't immigrate all the way to Canada for you to be a starving artist!
Dammit. I knew that meant I was going to work on Monday.
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