Work is humming along here in the DarcyArts studio. In fact I’ve got work lined up for the next six weeks. I know my lovely buyers are patient and good tempered. It is my impatience that constantly nips at my heels. I was born that way.
Time is so fluid, sometimes speedy, fleeting, sometimes as thick and lazy as honey. Hours of focused work produces good results. I should be happy, happy, happy. It must just be living in the contemporary world of insta-gratification that messes with my mind. My expectations defy the reality of the slow art form I’ve chosen. Hand stitching is a meditative task. I can loose myself there. Placing each stitch in exactly the right place to achieve the desired effect. Pulling out every line of stitching that fails to do so.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a little bit of Virgo in my astrological chart.
As it is, I was born when the Sun romped through Aries — impulsive, restless, crashing headlong into everything and so impatient!
Each Soft Boy/Soft Girl doll takes at least two weeks to create. I know that but when I get excited and have an order for multiple dolls it’s like my brain fritzes. Expectations defy the logic of time tick, tick, ticking away. The clock is steady, unrelenting but not any more so than my disappointment that doing it right just takes so long.
A good job cannot be rushed
I need to make that sign and hang it in my workspace. It would greet my impatience each day with a nod and a wink. Oh, chill thee little tweeker.
Wrangling art projects over the last decade has taught me that I must slow down and focus my attention, laser-like on the work at hand. I love being locked in that big fat groove, making things that will amuse and please others.
I love the lesson the work teaches me and I believe in personal transformation but it goes sooo slooow.
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