I met my muse over coffee and rain today.
At first I thought she’d slip away again but I think she took pity on my working-with-nothing-to-show soul. I tried asking her questions, a little snarky at first. I said – Do you ever visit when it doesn’t rain? She smiled her smile and sat with her knees up sniffing coffee in my favorite chair.
And then she threw it out. All my work. All my crooked stitches. She suggested I invest in muslin for this line. I haven’t worked with muslin mockups in years. She said I was right on the fabric, good thing, and wrong in most everything else. And she said that I was right many months ago when I said these are handmade – handstitched days.
I scribbled notes one after the other. Sketched very little. She sat there calmly and said she could get used to coffee. Right before she left she mentioned the names of a couple of swimming holes.
I’m still wary, a good bit tired and just a touch bitter. Have you done this? Worked and worked with nothing decent to show? I think the harder days will be when the muse doesn’t appear at all. When no fabric is bought, no feeling around -just the realization that sometimes there is nothing to say. Those are valuable times too. Those times, I think the simple artist in me and the capitalist world I live in will have one hellava fight. Hopefully calm integrity will win.
And that’s unabashed too.