I found a new creative mentor: he is 6 years old and just doesn’t care.
“Home is where you can get in your flow”.
One year after moving to Minnesota, I felt terribly “un-rooted”. I couldn’t relate to my new surroundings, let alone connect with them.
But a 16000-folds journey transformed me.
I embarked on a 16000-origami-folds journey and sometimes lose my momentum. But never for long…
You read a lot about artists and the impostor syndrome, this crippling and persistent fear of being exposed as a “fraud”. I’m not sure what happened to me qualifies as a bout of impostoritis, but I have been downright mean to myself. And here is how I stopped.
After having folded 672 paper balloons (only 328 to go!) it is now time for me to officially launch my “breath capture” campaign!
Tackling a massive art project without a plan might sound insane. Especially when you have a child, a day-job and house chores to deal with. But working without a plan doesn’t mean working without any rules.
There is no time for lengthy introductions during those busy first weeks of school. Other parents like smooth interactions. They want to make sure you seem realtively sane and, possibly, that you will volunteer at school and attend P.T.A. meetings.
So, here I am, waiting to hear from the curating panel of an art project I applied to a few weeks ago. Ruminating.
I organised my past work, found rubber stamps sheets I had forgotten about, borrowed (stole) ink-pads from my five-year-old’s stash and started stamping away.
Folding is about the paper. Where it comes from. What it can say.
Paper is where I keep my eye, hands and focus.
I fold, fold, sew, solder and fold some more. Like a good little folding bee.