loose threads

what does that even mean? who makes that distinction? why are so many people eager to gatekeep something humans have done for as long as we’ve existed (make art)? i’ve always wanted to be an artist; as a writer, i’ve equated artistic ability with drawing, painting, sculpting, photography, and music. not words. nothing i create could possibly be considered artistic! have you met me? i’m a MESS.

but last year i started calling myself one, writing included. i have been so bold as to call myself a textile artist, which is actually very bold considering i have family who are gifted and successful textile artists in their own right — embroidery, in fact! this is a terrifying practice, stepping into a space i don’t feel i have a right to occupy, rubbing elbows with artists on all levels, swapping tales of creator woes. it’s been helpful and humbling. i’m exhausted. i have so many ideas. i have SO. MANY. IDEAS. and limited skill to bring them to fruition (for now). it’s WONDERFUL and HARD and i’m embarrassed and anxious making this post because what if all the artists reading it are LAUGHING AT ME??!

being an artist is the coolest, least stressful thing a person can be. it’s all chill vibes and no anxiety and you’ve never even heard the term “imposter syndrome” and everything is super chill all the time and i’m super chill!!!!

the sort-of point here is that i’ve done some embroidery work this year that is original artwork and that i like very much. i will not say anything critical and just present the images to you!