Are we done for good? Or are you about to come back into my life?
How long do you need to miss something before you can let it back into your life? And when is it better to leave it in the past and move on to the next thing? Or how do you know the difference?
For a while I didn’t even think about it, which almost made me feel bad. How can you spend years around something and then it just disappears suddenly and you don’t even miss it. No empty space to fill.
Am I that inconsistent? Was it really just a phase?
And now I started to miss it.
Fabrics. Sewing. Dresses.
When I touch the fabrics I get a glimpse of it, the flow of ideas. It is their sound when they move in the wind, how they wrap my body that inspires me again. A recurrent desire to wear dresses, because of how they echo each of my movements.
A silk scarf that I love to tie loosely around my neck, it follows me a comet in the wind, as I cross this town by bike.
I really start to miss it, and I am still shy about letting it back into my life. In one instant I pulled out some dresses, arranged ideas in my head on how to transform them. Until I lay down on my bed and realise I just wanted to wear the dresses designed in my head. I didn’t want to make them.
Do I have to find a different approach to fashion then? Does it have to be about making clothes? Can it be only about designing or wearing them?
When I leave the house that day, a stroll around the blocks, the summer heat drenches the air in golden light and everyone seems to be lighter and happier than usual. A thought enters my mind, unexpected but not undesired. A sentence I have read in the past few days, something along the lines of how the feminine is creating not consuming. It must have sticked also for the slight irony of how modern stereotype sees women as the ones buying a lot of things.
Nonetheless, a valid point to start with. When do I feel my creative energy flowing? And when am I merely there to consume the outcome?
Even if I might take another few days or weeks to reflect and experiment, before I come up with any tangible projects, I feel relived. Relieved to feel that I miss it. Reassured, that I might not have found the final shape, if there ever will be, nevertheless I know there is resonance around.
There is something about the fabrics and the wind around a human body, that doesn’t cease to inspire me.
Yes, I miss you.
Where do you feel your “creative” flowing the most? And when do you know it is alright to just let it be?
Thank you for passing by, enjoy your week!
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