The Boring Middle and A Bit On My Process

We’re in the middle of things here.  The boring middle. I bet you didn’t even know it. It’s true though. Lots of neat things coming up over the next month or so. I can’t share them yet and it’s killing me.  Because these are fun projects and cool things. However, it isn’t up to me, so we’ll just have to wait out the boring middle.Going Places Bag SketchIn the meantime I’m working on turning some projects into patterns. Like this one. I’m almost done with the writing and the diagramming. Two more complicated diagrams and I’ll be ready to get photos.Going Places Bag Sketch InsideI’ve been thinking a bit about my process lately. It isn’t something I give much thought to under normal circumstances. But I’m starting to think about it in relative terms. Mostly, because I have a tendency to think most people are like me–that they create the same way I do, get ideas the same way, etc. I suppose we all have this tendency to default everyone to our “normal”.

Some of the things need to be mulled over a bit more before writing about them. For now, I thought it would be a good exercise to show you one way that my process works. For this bag, it started with some doodling. I have several Moleskine journals for this kind of doodling and recording. I wish I could say they are all nearly full but that would be a lie. A big fat one too.  They’re woefully thin on doodles and sketches. However, good things pop up in there. Like this.

I had no visual image of the bag when I started. I just began sketching lines. The lines turned into the bag. The bag took on some shape, got some personality and finally looked like something I could interpret into fabric. More sketches followed but these were the technical things–what would the pieces look like, how many, rough sizes, etc. From there, it went to the cutting table and the simple pencil lines became a three dimensional bag in colorful fabrics. 

All of that is the easy part. For me at least. It’s the pattern writing part that seems to drag. Switching brains like that isn’t always easy. I would much rather get back to the fabric and discover the next project. I can hear it even now, chattering in the background.

A Few Long Days

The last few days have been quite full around here.  I started repainting the living room Friday, continued on Saturday, got a migraine yesterday and have managed to work up a new bag pattern today.  It’s possible the migraine was my body shouting at me to “Slow down!!!”  Maybe.  I’m not admitting to anything.

I am, however, excited about this new bag.  This is the first prototype.  It is coming together as envisioned–a fact I find amazing given the idea was conceived, sketched and planned in a migraine fog.  (For those of you lucky people who have never experienced a migraine, this is no small feat.)  Finishing details and straps are on the agenda for tomorrow.  At that point, you can decide how well my brain was functioning when inspiration hit.

What’s been occupying your time lately?  Tell me. I need some vicarious thrills.

Practice, Practice, Practice

A while back I talked about Alisa Burke’s Sketchbook Delight class.  You may remember my excessive supply stash.  I actually have done some sketching since then but not every day and lately not even every week.  Which is bad, I know.  So to prove that I haven’t completely abandoned the whole idea, I’m showing these two sketches.

They are very different in style and subject.  And yet they both remind me of the familiar.  However, it’s the whimsical nature of the buttons that entices me the most.  I keep going back to it.  And I believe one of the biggest benefits to a sketchbook, especially to someone just starting to keep one, is what it reveals to you when you look back at it.  The way you can see trends in your subject matter or choice of media.  All of it essential to finding your own voice.

My fabric voice rings loud and clear.  My drawing voice is still just a bunch of chatter and whistles and sighs.  Back to the drawing board I go.  I have a lot of practicing to do yet. 

Chocolate as Inspiration

Yesterday’s visit with my sister involved Extraordinary Desserts.  This time we both had the same thing–Pot de Creme.  So rich.  So chocolaty.  So good.  Good enough to inspire a sketchbook page. 

First, let me say that I am not an Artist.  I reserve that for those who have the experience, the knowledge and the discipline to create art every day.  Instead, I consider myself a Creative.  Being a Creative means I focus my energy on creativity and the creative process in its many forms.  It has more to do with aligning myself with Creativity (with a capital C) than with mastering a particular discipline. 

When it comes to drawing, I’m a doodler more than anything else.  Scrap paper, backs of envelopes, Post It notes.  Anything impermanent seems to work.  And that’s one reason I believe I have shied away from a sketchbook journal of any kind.  It’s much easier for me to let go when I don’t have a big white page in front of me.  (And that’s true of writing as well as doodling.)  Keeping a sketchbook and making it a habit is something that could free me from those apprehensive feelings.

Have you noticed something specific that holds you back?  Or better yet, something specific that helps you move forward and explore creatively?