I heard a phrase the other day "Restless Mind Syndrome" which struck such a cord.
No matter what I am doing or what I am suppose to be doing my mind is going a million miles an hour. If I see a flower as I walk down a sidewalk my mind goes running off to what I could do with those shades, how could I get that color in the dye pots, when I spin my next yarn how could I get just the right texture going to show those soft flowing petals - OH Crap - where was I going and what was I suppose to be doing????
While trying to concentrate on doing the boring side of paperwork I think of how could I repurpose this paper into a workable, usable yarn.... Or where did I put that new piece of art paper that I purchased because I loved the colorway used and could see it in a carded batt. Crap, I am doing it again. Or even as I sit here typing my restless brain is running on about which goats fleece will be next in the dye pot and how will I turn this already incredible gift into something that the next person will be able to see all the love and attention that I give those sweet kids of mine. I have to collect little bits and bobs of things knowing that in some future date it will find it's way into a new ART project.
My house looks like a Mini Mall of craft stores, fiber festivals and art libraries.
Every room has all the tools of many art trades, there are more projects going at one time then a small art institute would have going in an average school year. I jump out of bed in the middle of the night with an idea on how to solve a dye problem or find that special use for that special nick nack - surely Normal folks don't do this?? But then again, what is Normal for us creative nutters?
Now, I don't have six different colors to my hair, a ring in my nose or tatt's covering my body parts but my spirit lives to create. I am not knocking those who find that way of expressing themselves but if you watched this plain gal walking down the sidewalk looking lost in the sight of a flower - I am guess you would never guess I am struck with the need to create. Some might call it ART, I call it my "Restless Mind Syndrome"
I also want to slap the person who coined it "Starving Artist" - I do not wish to starve but just create. Why must the world feel my selective talent is just a flight of fancy rather then a calling. I have been working and creating with my hands since I was a tiny girl and just can not sit without having my hands creating something. I have even spun yarn in a movie theather because I had an idea running so hard and fast in my brain that I just had to get those hands involved.
So here is my question today: How do you manage the creative monster who takes hold of your mind, hands and time???