It's not the tortoise and the hare. I am the only one in the race. The race is.....?
Is there a race? Should there be a race? Do I have to race to fulfill my goals, or do I have to change what I want from art?
What are my goals? What do I want from art? Some of my friends can answer that question, not for me, but for themselves.
What I want to say- to express, gets all mixed up with what I can produce, my ability with technique- my ability to produce, ----my ability!
So, I worry that I am not there yet. Where? The finish line? The final lap of what race? I came to art late. I have been creative all my life. I have only been exposed to fiber art for the last several years. These years were spent absorbing possibility.
Now that I have found an idea, a method of expression- I am afraid that I will not fulfill my expectations.
I think I have to mute my expectations and enjoy the process. Slowly, with enjoyment, find the opportunity to express with the tools, actual and internal, that I have without worry of the result. Be true to me and what is important to me.
Enjoy the process.
