User blog:Soosieloo/Musings and Musterings Whilst Modeling



It is an odd trick the mind plays whilst one is occupied with a project. On the one hand you are completing the task of the moment and focused on that, while sneakily the mind interjects its own agenda full of twists and turns that seep into the conscious project and adds its own flavor. Worries and fears, happy blips of dreams, loves and nightmares all take a turn at the creative process and the result can end up being a totally different concept than what you had intended

In TV, many a time I start out to redecorate, wipe the slate clean with some vague thought of a theme and just start plugging away at it. The cumbersome inventory system insists on overly repetitious acts to pull even a simple layout out of storage and that jump starts my unconcious mind  to wandering. Its almost a bleary trance as you dive in for the 50th time to scroll thru the whole storage list to find that odd little cosmetic you think would look good tucked in the corner. No wonder the mind takes off on its own little holiday!



My recent surprise was the Modern Apartment, part of the Transport Theme. I couldn't resist and snapped up the odd looking brightly colored housing item. Once it was done building I was just going to tuck it into a corner somewhere and be done with it. However, we recieved an email of how my husbands mother had fallen up the stairs. Yes.. up. Not down, she is special that way! She is getting elderly and her bones are getting a bit brittle, so we began to worry while we waited for someone to return our calls.

During that wait I stood by the phone, kindle in hand and started rummaging around with that apartment complex while hollering out to my hubby to 'do' something. lolol   I looked at my tablet and saw I had placed a Mom's heart by the apartment and had started to landscape around it. Bemused I kept at it, flower after flower, not really thinking. Interjected with each arrangement was the guilt that we couldnt be closer to help out, (we live in another country now), worry that his parents are getting injured in a big way once a year now, fears and concerns and logistics of having to leave to go back to care for them in the not too distant future.

All that mish mash of mental slurry produced what I can only call a Mothers Retreat. A rose covered arbor leans near a babbling brook. One can stand on the tiny bridge and meditate while listening to the tinkling sound of the pure cold water. While away lazy sunny afternoons surrouned by the honeyed smell of flowers. Jolly friends wait at the door of the apartment, singing to you to come and play. All is calm, warm, safe and lovely.





My hubby thinks I am nutty.... maybe I am, but this little game made me feel better in the middle of a stressful time. It turns out she broke her humerus, one of the bones in her arm. The break is too near the joint  to cast it so they have immobilized it for a couple of days then will take another look to see about surgery to pin it together. Poor mommy.

This is just one tiny example of how creating via art, hobby, writing, dance, music or any other outlet can give be a window into our deepest imaginings and thoughts.