In the era of instagram, pinterest, and ello feeds it is easy to get lost in possibilities. There is so much beauty, cleverness, and craftsmanship to be inspired by. Many of the artists that I admire the most, especially in the fiber world, create jaw-dropping work that is rich, complex, and luscious.
In recent months the stimulation has subconsciously affected the way I have been thinking about my own work—urging me to include more layers, more color, larger stitch, bolder lines. It is natural for us all to want to explore new ideas and try to find something that gives us an edge. But after a few months of testing, pushing myself, and altering my techniques, I finally had an aha-moment this morning.
Simple is who I am. I want to return to where I started—with leaves, linen, traditional shapes, and repetitions. When I stick to the basics, I feel grounded and whole. I know what works and how to tell my story. Hopefully the experiments of months past, still will bring something fresh to the process. But newness can be subtle and I am eager to circle back, focusing on form, beloved materials, and muted colors. Simple and plain.