I started out today trying to write a clean blog post.
But instead, this spilled out.
It’s messy. Honest. Unfiltered.
Just like the way I carve.
Just like the way I live.
There doesnt seem, through my jaded, experience coloured perspective, to be much consistency in how I do things. From all of our chats I guess this isnt really a surprise and whether this is actually my core of how I do things or a way I have learned to do things I am not sure.
I would say some of the time I see things because of a narrative in my head—whether past, present, or future—creative, pessimistic, or destructive. Sometimes there is nothing in my head at all. I am in overload and in that state have a moment of clarity in something I see in the stone and it is born from nothingness. Other times still, I have a picture in my mind either from previous research or previous ideas or people saying they would like to see X. Other times yet, I want to try something no one else has tried—but most importantly, I want to do things no one else does.
I come to grips with people’s desire for familiar… i.e., bears.
But I carve so many things and try so many things that fail.
I seen a meme this morning that said:
“Don’t let your work be mistaken for someone else’s.”
And I certainly don’t fall into that trap.
I don’t fit a mold I know of,
which is both a curse and a blessing—
a curse because sometimes when I am tired I have nothing to fall back on,
and a blessing because I am truly UNIQUE.
I don’t always know where the story ends and the stone begins.
But I know this much:
I was made to carve.
And not just bears.
I was made to carve my truth.
