I just collected eggs. Judith’s offering was gloriously imperfect, perhaps even mildly abstracted. Her approach to creating is fantastically organic. Don’t you think?
Yesterday, out in the studio, I was pushing myself so hard to bring something “novel” to my work that my efforts fell flat, trembled with some caustic and synthetic overtone instead of the deep, crushing, textured velvet of organic emanation…on days like that, I wish I was like Judith pushing out wonky little mildly abstracted eggs, not thinking of anything in particular while doing my work, perhaps even working involuntarily, like a heart beat or the tickled twitch of withers on a horse fending off flies in summertime sunshine…
There’s something so satisfying about the accidental and the serendipitous. The surprise turns in creative work might be my favorite part. The stumbled upon. The ideas gone so wrong that turn out to be so righteous and genuine.
My hands want to speak honestly, always, and I suppose, even when I force them into foreign motions, there is good that comes from that too.
I always keep in mind that everything leads somewhere, even if it falls down, flat on its face, from time to time.
An egg can be lumpy.
An egg can be perfect.
But in the end, an egg is still an egg.
…whatever that means.
:::EDIT:::
Believe it or not, this egg was NOT a double yolker!
Shocking!
An egg can be lumpy.
An egg can be perfect.
But in the end, an egg is still an egg.
…whatever that means.
:::EDIT:::
Believe it or not, this egg was NOT a double yolker!
Shocking!
Yes, but aren't you glad you don't have to lay an egg every day? hahaha
It´s true that usually things gone wrong are the things that have true meaning and an extra value. Those are the ones that make us think. Accidents lead somewhere we were supposed to be all along.
xxPiia
I must say…i do love Judith's egg!
Such loveliness in accidental imperfection!
Great post. xo
That's one thing I love about our little flock–the WIDE variety of colors, sizes and especially SHAPES of their eggs–even after so many years (15 at least), they never cease to amaze me.
An egg is just a miracle, every single time, and the hen only does what she is supposed to do.
Nice work, Judith.
Might that lovely egg be a double-yolker?
I think there's something to the idea of letting your unconscious go to work while you think of other things, or better yet, just stop thinking. In fact, I know some of your best work has come out of that. If you have to push hard, the egg isn't ready to lay.
😉
D
Hooray! I loved this post!
When it comes to writing i feel that i sometimes push myself to create something perfect and only when i feel that i have something perfect to share. I tend to put some pressure on myself to produce golden eggs and if it doesn't feel just perfectly and divinely inspired then chances are that I will keep it to myself for another day. This post reminds/inspires me to just push anyway, even if the egg ends up square or kind of green. Oddly pear shaped inspiration eggs have just as much right to life as the pretty smelling fine contoured lines of the perfect ones. I will most certainly be writing down some words and sharing them today, thanks to this happy reminder.
well, the way I see it, being an artist is about showing up…somedays we display flashes of brilliance, and some days, we just lay an egg! 🙂
xo
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My Dad at 64 is still playing goal at the local rink three times a week. My Father is an over~thinker and his game can reflect that. Emerging from a bad game he is beat out and a little cranky. Which is how he goes into his good games… Before the good he goes in too tired to think about anything but staying upright in the net…
Perhaps you are going in with a fight and your inspiration takes flight. Go in peace Plume. 🙂
Yes, an egg is an egg, unless it's rotten and then it is something else entirely!
xo
hmmmm.
* anything forced can never be beautiful. let it flow and love it. *
yet: an egg IS still an egg.
whatever THAT means….
x
I'm with Sylve – that's a double!
Ketra: Why YES! I am!!! 🙂
Piia: Isn't that the truth!
Dala: I loved it too. I've never seen her lay something so….well….un-uniform!
Bonbon: Thanks toots. And I'm all about the imperfection these days…those twists and turns, quirks and quarks are the things that make me happiest.x
C: I KNOW!!! A complete miracle. I'm so thankful each time I look in the nesting box and see a new offering or two….it's really rather magical.
D: I believe it WILL be a double yolker. I'll let you know when I crack it! "When you have to push hard, the egg isn't ready to lay." — LOVE you.
Brycetard: "When it comes to writing i feel that i sometimes push myself to create something perfect and only when i feel that i have something perfect to share." I think there's a lot of truth in this. I hope you sat down and WROTE today….x
Kerin: Ain't that the truth, sister! x
A: Maybe I WAS over thinking it all…who knows. Perhaps I was pouring my energy into wrestling with MYSELF instead of pouring my energy into the materials on my bench. Wise words. As usual. x
Marie: Amen!
Syb: Come on over for breakfast tomorrow…we'll split it. One yolk each. x
and if i were an egg…that's the shape i'd be,
why,
that's the shape i'm IN:
mildly abstracted but
gloriously imperfect!!!
i guess i'm a good egg.
xoxo
egg mayo sandwiches are the perfect snack
love that lumpy, perfectly imperfect, glorious egg.
thank you Judith
i love your writing. if only you could find a way to wind your words around your jewelry pieces? it would be quite magical.
xo
sami
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N Mc: GUFFAW!!!!!!! I think we're all probably this shape…..:) xx
Nate: Ooh……I can't do that sort of sandwich. The smell of mayo makes me feel a tad illish…….but I'm glad you are able to enjoy them!
Khobe: Judith says, "You're welcome."
Samantha: They are wrapped around those pieces, they're just invisible, spirit words. But I promise, they are there. Thank you. x
I wish that I could let go like that because an egg is an egg… you're exactly right!
But I'm always chasing my tail.
I sit down to work, then I have to color a picture, or race or make lunch, or, or other toddler things, so that I always feel that I'm pushing, pushing, pushing, yet not creating my intention.
You wrote what was in my heart so beautifully!
xx
I thought of this today when I went to collect eggs from my own hens. One, at nearly twice the size of the others, is likely (also?) a double-yolker.
"The ideas gone so wrong that turn out to be so righteous and genuine." Love this.
Tracey: Well, thank you for letting me share a heart with you:) xx
Anna: Don't you LOVE keeping hens? I feel in touch with my pioneer roots when I pull an egg from the nesting box or call the ladies in with my chickie call…..it's so restorative and feels so organic and honest — tending livestock, I mean.
Was it a double yolker?
Yes, it was a double-yolker. It made an interesting hard-boiled egg.
You have a chickie call! I whistle a short tune that I've been using since I got them as chicks, and they cock their heads every time they hear it.
Your work gives me joy.