Another day passes as I continue to neglect the clean and greatly wrinkled pile of laundry sitting at the front of my room. I walk past it every time I enter and yet, it’s still sitting there wondering if it’ll just be picked from its current basket, worn for half a day, then thrown into the basket full of dirty laundry that sits less than 2 inches away from it, OR if it will be put in its rightful place on a hanger or nicely folded to rest on a shelf for a respectable amount of time before being hand chosen by the human being that cohabitates this space with all of them… I guess we’ll both sit and ponder the possible life paths of this hill of unfolded clothes. Apparently, I’ll sit and write an introduction to my blog post about it. Thanks to this hill of unfolded clean clothes, I get to spend time writing or creating new art pieces, or cuddling and giggling with my babe. But, the clothes do need to be and will be folded tomorrow — Scout’s honor ;)
I have [mostly] finished 7 pieces of this projected 10-piece art project that is an extension of this publication (I forgot substack calls this a publication, not a blog…OOPS), Because It’s Natural. They are currently all pinned to the inner walls of my parents post-modern home, which seems very on brand with the visceral aesthetic that is finding its way manifest through my hands and into these pieces. I am quite honored to see myself trust my hands and my eyes to create things that are so aesthetically pleasing [to me]. So far, this has been a great tool for me to channel the healing energies of my intention into myself and finally release the thoughts that had collected in my mind about my experience of grieving the old me, the old body, the old relationships with self and others and remember my true self beyond and inside of all the layers of my beautiful, little human experience.
Creating has been a great push for me, making my nervous system slightly uncomfortable, stretching its capacity for sharing and expressing and allowing myself to call myself an artist. I have been reluctant to do so for too long, though I knew this label would eventually find its way out of me. I am now willing to accept this as a descriptive term since I am proud of the work I’m creating, and since it’s all mine (meaning no collabs). Majority of my previous artful expression has been in collaboration with another person who labels themselves a photographer, fashion designer, creative director, or a combination of those.
I am now patiently waiting for inspiration for the last 3 pieces, and in the meantime, finding the best way to present each piece that’s already created. I am grateful to be a first hand witness to this creation and am excited to see how it comes together in the end.
THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
Abby xx