3D – 01
Updated: Sep 26, 2020
This session, for me, has been like the very first time you cycle with no stabilisers, help nor support: elation, freedom, discovery, courage, initiation. It was finding Home.
Don’t get me wrong: I haven’t discovered I am Michelangelo albeit in skirt and high heels. I have discovered the act of creating, the making of stuff and things and object, the concretisation of ideas and dreams and thoughts. I have discovered that I can be my own personal and very free Inner God: think about something, sketch it, make it, sit and observe, wonder, smile, drink some coffee, chill for 7 days. The tactile experience of playing, feeling, touching, sliding, rubbing, making, holding, twisting, polishing and getting covered in white dust is comparable to good sex.
Of course, the first creation was horrendous, it made no sense what-so-ever; it is ugly to look at, it doesn’t transmit anything, it has no story, no plot, no meaning.
It looks like a pretended pale flower-on-crack.
But then, then… I went for a coffee and literally “stole” 2 coffee paper cups and 1 polystyrene orange juice small cup from the bin and decided to play some more: and I fell in love ♥
I fell in love with the simplicity of the form, with its elegance, its rawness, its natural vulnerability, with its realistic unskilled and unschooled sophistication.
More than anything, I found Me.