Tomorrow will be seven weeks since my Dad passed away. I can hardly believe that there is a world without him in it. His death sent me into oblivion, the first week being so full of so much activity with preparations for the service and taking care of Mom, then it all stopped. There I was sitting on my couch and there was nothing to do. Worse, there was nothing I wanted to do. The pain was (and still is) more than I feel I can handle. I close my eyes and see him there, or a day is going great and I suddenly stop and think “Dad isn’t here anymore” and it all goes downhill from there. I’m not sure when it happened, but I developed and idea in my mind of how I wanted to memorialize who my Dad was to me. I have always been creative, it is who I am. I have sewn on a machine forever, I have done embroidery, cross stitch, decorative painting, quilting, knitting, crocheting, well there hasn’t been much I haven’t at least tried. But it just wasn’t enough for my project. So I started looking around for mixed media instruction, and found the coolest website ever www.joggles.com and there were classes for just about everything I need for what I want this to embody. So I am taking 2 classes from the incredible and insanely talented Sharon Boggon http://sharonb.wordpress.com/, Encrusted Crazy Quilting and Personal Library of Stitches. She makes me look lazy with all that she accomplishes, and I will be working on her class assignments for years (yes, they are that informative). On top of that I am taking a Pollage class from Patricia Dibona http://www.dibonadesigns.com/. Although I am doubtful of my abilities to be as free as she is with collage I am having a great time going through the motions. I start an altered tin class with Carol Murphy www.alteredbydesign.com next Friday so that I can creat a special keepsake for my 12 year old sister.
So it seems that my Dad has started me on a strange journey, taking my creativity places I never knew it could go. I am even finally creating my own “studio” workplace, in no small part due to my Mom being the wonderful person she is and helping me get the furniture that makes it all so great. My Dad always said that if it was worth doing it was worth doing right, so here I am trying to do it right, the way that makes me happy, that helps me be who I want to be. It will be interesting to see where this all leads me, I might even surprise myself!