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Patience and Volcanic nightmares

“Perspective with a side of patience combo meal please”.  Actually, Can I upsize the patience please?

Placed my order for a Community Mentoring Course as part of my “loose” plan in the direction I want to take for part of SWHQ.  With all my grand ideas and plausibly endearing notions of contribution to my world, ASSUMPTIONS is the mother of all stuff-ups  (politely speaking).

Ready to rock 2013
Ready to rock 2013

Getting down and dirty in the grassroots level of the community to listen for what the real needs are and whether I have something to offer.  My perception could be simply that.  Just my own point of view.  Not necessarily the truth of what is needed.  I am looking for the evidence that qualifies my intentions.  I am not interested in ego stroking (even though it’s  a great pick me up in moderation).  I seek substance and value with tangible results that go way beyond what I think is possible.

Yes, I want to move mountains.  I need to begin at the base.  No point standing at the top and yelling down to move it already. (doesn’t roll-over with my children)  I have another fifteen Mondays to clarify the path and direction I want to move this mountain.

Order for todays session:  Upsize my patience.  Mentoring requires mastery in allowing others to own their lives.  As a combo meal, I will literally be able to eat it up while being a mentoring “artist” for an ambitious young lady who has enlisted my help for her Visual Arts Major this year.  Truly honoured with a serving of trepidation at her faith in my ability. ( I think this Community Mentoring Course will definitely come in handy)

Gratefully, I will immerse myself in two projects that will allow the course content to stew in the background.

Stepping into the world of the unknown guided simply by my passion arouses the solemn contemplation of getting a “job” this year.  The lull of security.  The beckoning of familiar.  The embrace of safe.  The satisfaction of knowing.

And then…..I wake up from my nightmare with tense fingers at the ready to create something magical.  Something from my own imagination.  Unlocking years of organised control and routine.  The dormant volcano of full self expression waiting to spew out the gloriousness of fiery fury.

Yeah…Nahhhhh…..This fiery goddess can no longer be contained in any semblance of a routine.  Her fiery fury flows towards the unknown altering the surface of everything it touches.  Moving as nature intended.

I am very blessed to have the support of my bread winner because it’s very important I nourish his ego him that way.  Because that way, we both get what we want.  It’s totally a win-win situation. 🙂

I look forward to captivating you with my fiery self expressions as they flow.  In the meantime, I’ll try and avoid the temptations of the fast food industry.  It’s not helping with these voluptuous volcanic curves I got going on.

 

 

Fraudster Alert!

Yesterdays creation 13/02/13
Yesterdays creation 13/02/13

Doubting myself and the skill of my hands is like spiralling down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. Never read the book but I watched Australian MKR.  The Tasmanian contestants used the “Wonderland” theme and I was starting to feel like them in their kitchen. I didn’t want to cry though because according to the mother and daughter beauty queens team, “Crying is a sign of weakness”. Makes me want to slap the daughter and see if I can produce some tears.

Ooops pardon me. This is not a post about “My Kitchen Rules”.

Feedback in Samoa (ok just my family lol) on my little weaving creations were very humbling (cue outward humility while doing my jig and waving hands in the air in my mind). Yeah, I do “humble” really well on the outside.

My family were “astounded” I say, at how I could weave. I didn’t know whether to be offended at first. They were baffled at how I could weave when I don’t live in Samoa.  Secondly, how could I  possibly weave with something as delicate as curling ribbon. (Well you know, I’m just awesome)

(Cue professional sounding expert) I shared my story with them.  The kids school project and learning from a master weaver to create what is now dubbed as “The Golden Mat”. (oooo I love that) Explained the intricacies of working with ribbon and the satisfaction it brings me to create cultural art with contemporary materials. (Can’t remember what made up Samoan words I used)

Ooooo’s, ahhhhh’s and Samoan wow’s (oka oka ia oe, ese lou poto – wow to you, you are so clever). Yeah tell me about it, I non-humbly say in my head.  At least it wasn’t the other kind of  “WOW” I got from my uncles with the added handspans making me out the size of a whale.

Cute little pink gift bag prototype.
Cute little pink gift bag prototype.

Seeking some serious weaving tutorials from my family of weaving experts kind of didn’t really happen except the one time I was taught how to make a pola (Samoan blind and when pola’s are attached together they work like roman blinds).

Tables turned, I showed one family member how to make flowers and lilies so she can bust out her awesomeness when it’s her turn to decorate the church. I showed mum how to make fancy lolly lei’s (ula lole) and left her some arrangements she can unravel in her own time. I have verbal contracts (lol) to supply SWHQ bling for a souvenir shop that my aunty is going to incorporate (undoubtedly the most relaxation I ever got) at Sevemanaia Beach Fale’s in Savai’i (that was totally a plug and you gotta go there)

WOW!  Just reminiscing on my trip I feel I am on the right track with my weaving. Unique and original. Personal and handmade from the heART. I think I have shaken the “fraudster” now I think back to those reactions.

There is so much I want to do and only one pair of hands. The mind is furiously creating and filing ideas.

BREATHE LADY! (cause otherwise I might will die if I don’t)

Before anyone asks me for orders or my family harasses me again to SELL SELL SELL, I have this to say…..

Seriously tested my love for curling ribbon - was a fiddly one especially when you teach yourself
Seriously tested my love for curling ribbon

Everything I do is an expression of who I am.
I work from the heart.
It satisfies my soul.
The process is unravelling myself and my life.

My intention is always to produce ART first.
Secondly, to serve the communities I am a part of.

The money will come. There is a (loose) plan.

So you better start saving now bwahahahahaha. Hopefully I am not all unravelled and get all tangled up.

P.S. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE <3