Art [Process] Imitates Life [Process]
The creative process mimics life's passage.
We recognize that art imitates life however when explored deeper, this concept flows not simply through finished works but also their making.
It's a metaphor I've long loved -- and mulled over more of late.
I am creative. I am comfortable existing as a creative and being one has rescued me from many tangled moments.
I trust in my ability to follow-through and flourish in my craft. A confidence exists that's expanded over time. There's a faith in myself.
And in life...
Well, this is where this metaphor is tested.
Faith has been my reconciliation in 2025.
How might I better trust what I cannot control? Will the pieces still come together if I rest -- or even remove myself wholly?
Will the message be received if I use a different mode of delivery -- or even if I'm going out on a limb? What will happen despite…
I've learned to challenge my rhythm of [over]nurturing... to advocate more mindfully... and in times, to let things be. “What’s meant to be will be” and “in due time.” And not in a “manifesting” way as I’ve grown to feel this word as overused and the meaning has turned passive. For me this means I have become more trusting in the idea that if I do my part, the rest will come. The right doors will open. The proper people will show up. And moreover, I recognize that my habits of seeing things all the way through on my own may not lead to the most genuine outcomes or even give space for life to surprise me! Being more rooted in faith requires my invitation — an honest welcome that is wrapped with a gracious “please'“ yet leaves space for trust in the outcome.
This year has felt less traditionally creative than most for me. My time at the sewing machine has been more straightforward while my time away from it has been a whirlwind. Divergence lived in this chaos in the same way it exists when making art. That's led to re-learning. Re-learning what it means to be a faithful creative in my work and in my life. I am better balancing trust in my own vision with still leaving room for the beauty that I do not always immediately see.
Thus, I'm not claiming any glorified rebirth in the New Year, but I do hope to continue co-engineering a life that I love. I'll do my share and remember to let the universe do the rest. We're on the right path and I feel more prepared to better handle the reins -- sometimes loosening the grip to allow myself to float into beautiful, unpredictable moments like this one that Whimzikal Style envisioned for me. Never did I think maker would turn muse. But I've learned to trust the process... not just in the items I craft but also in the life I craft now, too.
