I started making potholders for the Mother’s Day Show a few weeks ago. This is the first wall hanging I’ve made for the show.
When we were feeding the donkeys this morning, they all started circling me as I crouched down with them. Jon said I was in a sea of donkeys. The words struck.
But once in the studio I felt a small knot, like a dense, dark ball in my stomach. My mind started wandering, going to really old feelings of fear. They was nothing specific, just waves of feelings that made me feel bad about myself and doubt what I was doing.
I tried to get out of my head and into the part of my body, just below my ribs, where I feel strongest. I focused my attention there whenever the feelings arose. I tried to put it all into this piece, what I wanted to be feeling, not what I was feeling.
And I tried something new. I’m still not sure if those three patches of fabric scattered in the piece work, maybe I’ll know tomorrow, when I get some distance from it.
The words are “I found myself laughing in a sea of donkeys, pull the weeds from my brain and live in my gut, turn it to sunshine, the dark stone in my stomach isn’t fear but a geode.”
The Mother’s Day Show is Saturday May 12th at Seventy Main in Greenwich NY from 10am-6pm. For more info go to my Events page.