I have been creating just about every day for the last ummm….too many years. As soon as my wee hands became acquainted with the world I needed to create. More than anything else I may be, I'm a sewer, writer and still “at my age” a dreamer.
There are a great many experiences during all this time….. People, animals, stories, music, gardens, homes and places, that I have loved and still love…..still miss.
Everything I make has always been an intercourse with these loves. A crazy passion compels me to respond to the mad, beautiful, terrible, funny world we live in by engaging with it and using everything that comes to hand or can be found….. to render my version of it, my story, perhaps…… or a way of saying hey, look at this, this is funny, this is precious, this is beautiful!
I've been lucky to find venues, humble, utilitarian and adventurous ones that people have responded to, enabling me to make a living out of chaos!
For years now, under the “Wicked Stitch of the West” banner….. it's been clothing of the epic variety that celebrates our bodies and how we move through our environment.
My nightmare, if I have one……is to suddenly realize, on my deathbed, that there were things I had, or had easy access to, that I didn't use up in this pursuit.
I have no patience, personally, with extremely unaffordable things. I want my clothing and frivolities to be accessible to the average person, without compromising quality.
I’d rather make (and own) a top for $85, than $850, $8,500 or $85,000. Owning an 85,000 dollar coat or gown would make me ill…..
So to those “Juries” who don’t invite me or stick me on a bloody “wait list” to your show…..well, I could make a list of colorful metaphors and make folks mad, but all I will say is…….
Your loss and leave it at that.
****** A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in human history - with the possible exceptions of texting and JAMESON....
I figured out my coffee limit: 6 in 2 hours….I can no longer
blink!
If more of us valued food, fellowship, cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world……
Slainte,
Lynn