2 Hands

I can’t imagine my creativity without my hands. They make, they shape they dance around the material. My shoulders are stiff, my eyes are tired, the lack of natural light is draining my energy out. Tracing lines, stamping dragons, spinning bobins endlessly, counting quantity of rope, sewing, pinning, glueing, cleaning. Repeat.

8 days, 186 baskets, 1248 meters of ropes, 2 hands. 

I did it, I reached my goals : Making 3 designs in 15 colours, maximum 5 of each. Not more. I am a person, not a machine, I am a maker, not a mass producer. My workplace is my dear studio not a factory. My hands are my essential tools, they are strong, they are good, they are in good condition. When I am 80 years old, I want the same hands, still capable to make, to create.

So I take my distance with the sewing machine and I take care of my hands, I take the ink, the oil and the glue off. I apply cream and massage them every day and already I am thinking of the next making days, when I will grab the rope again and shape a new basket, a new bowl, a new piece. My creativity is nourished by my hours of making sitting before my sewing machine. 

But right now my hands are dancing on the keypad to tell you my story and show you what I am making. Taking and editing photos, writing articles and newsletters, updating the online boutique. Another exercise, another part of my work.