Sunday, September 27, 2009
Even before my studio dye day with Elizabeth, Terri and Cleo, I've been rolling around in the clutches of a nasty case of Arteest's Ennui.
Yeah, I had to look it up to be sure but it's "a general lack of interest, boredom or depression. It may also refer to oppressive boredom - a state of being rather than a passing mood. "
I was hoping that an art day out would put me back on the rails but good, instructive company over fibers, dye and lunch didn't help. My fabric results rather reflected my attitude - lackluster and washed out except for this vintage table runner doctored here with inks & alcohol. The rest await another dye try.
In the house I grew up in about the only sin that got immediate retribution was being fool enough to act as if or actually say that you were bored. My parents worked too hard raising four kids to brook any of that nonsense. Heinous chores were instantly handed out.
Just when I am contemplating why I am fooling with fabric and making prune faces over the fact that the zing has gone out of making art, the nods and opportunities come tripping over themselves and my doorstep.
Elements deadline must to be met on Sunday! Front runner must go.
I need to re-up my SAQA membership right quick so I can study up on Commissions. There's one beckoning. And one other small jewel from the dyeday: