Yesterday I was looking at some books with pictures of beautiful cloths. One was a shibori book, two were on/by Jack Lenor Larsen, and the last a newsletter/magazine of the UK guild. I didn't read anything, I only gazed at the pictures. The shibori one was the first I've seen in English which talked about the sculptural aspect of shibori, not the dye pattern only, and I was pleased because in Japan, shibori is a combination of texture and dye pattern, and not just the latter.
This morning, I woke up thinking how all of you push me to try new things, and though it doesn't look like much/many, how glad I feel I tried some unlikely things, particularly with colors. I think in experimenting broadly, I feel more certain and confident about what I like. I have a few wonderful ideas about what I'd like to do, and though they may come out looking similar to what I did before the experimentation, I think they will feel more authentically mine, at least I will know that. (New stuff, that is, once I get the four projects on the four looms out of the way. OK, at least two.)
Which makes me wonder even more how I'm attracted to colorful and textured things in other people's work, and yet enjoy sober things in mine. I don't know which direction I will go after the next couple of projects, but I sometimes wonder if I'm returning to white-on-white plain weave. That's ok, too, because tracking is one of the topics I've always wanted to look into.
Yesterday at around 3PM, I believe I came out of a bad patch. It was frustrating because I was so inpired by Clare's quits, and encouraged by Christine's advice and the Testile Luncher's feedback, I was seriously rearing to go. For two weeks, try as I may, forcing myself to engage in different things, I couldn't get out of the tunnel and what little I did was just crap. I even thought of writing a post on the insider's view of mild-to-moderate depression. Fortunately that will have to wait a while. Today, I'm continuing cleaning out the stash room.