I am starting to think about next year - my goals and plans for living a creative life.
I had a good year: I created a business, I made a lot of quilts that I loved, I sold quite a few prints, I accepted commissions for relief printing and was part of an exhibit of 'underexposed' photographers. I submitted a quilt to one exhibit but was rejected, but I also submitted samples to lecturers and teachers to include in their presentations. I continued my arts mentorship program with Jane Davila in the company of several talented artists. I put myself out on Instagram (@jumpcutarts) and participated in an IG quilt group where I saw work that blew my mind, made me think, and fall in love with the potential of artistic expression all over again.
It's been good.
I work full time too, some times 6 days a week, so there is no way I could have done all of this had I not made one small yet
significant change to my life. I've always been a morning person who can't resist a beautiful sunrise, singing birds and hot cup of coffee. Yet on many a morning I'd grab a quilt, some good reading and head for the nearest comfy chair. Not a bad way to start the day. I knew I needed to make one significant change if I was going to lead the actively creative life I wanted: I got to work. Washing, pressing, cutting, measuring, pinning, piecing, sketching, carving, inking, printing, photographing, editing, framing - for about 90 minutes every morning for the last 2 years.
And that has made all the difference. So has a supportive husband and family.
Nights are reserved for two other activities, those which would help me transition from a full and busy day to a good night's sleep. There is nothing like a solid hour of hand quilting to center me. The rhythm of the rocking stitch is a great way to unwind and process the day. The other is poring over books: art and quilt history, design and photography, technique and process, life of an artist and how she made it work, or didn't.
I usually sleep pretty well.
Don't be fooled - the stuff of life, blah, blah, blah. It's always there. I deal. You deal. We all do.
So, what is next? I'm not sure I want to change much. A specialty coffee would be nice, a different tea. I still have not found the right footwear for these cold New England mornings.
The work? I wouldn't change it for the world. I know I have a lot to learn, but I am actively honing my skills.
I can't wait for 2018.