|Self portrait 2-6-13|
I am also learning that forward momentum resumes, often at dizzying and intoxicating speed, when I sift through the mess and use the pieces of mistake -- the torn up bits -- to explore how I might re-assemble, re-purpose or re-imagine the "what went wrong" into something that is "just right."
During last year's 365 days project, I was sewing a leather corset, and my sewing machine kept jamming. In my frustration over my Viking "Huskystar" hungrily chewing up my leather, I literally tore the machine to pieces. Killed it. Smashed, unscrewed, hammered and pried off every last bit of the thing until all I had was a pile of steaming sewing machine guts and a picked-clean carcass. I felt much better. A few days later, after the smoke had cleared and I'd settled down, I pushed up my sleeves, reached into the mess and made this mask:
|Sewing machine mask 4-22-12|