Ooo, I just read a wonderful post
, by a most wonderful doll maker
. I love hearing from people who feel similarly about the process of making things. Too often and too easily we are “taught” how to do things. I make an immense effort to guide
rather than teach
artistic processes. I notice this most lately via the pie-truck. Teaching people how to cook is such a tender occupation. I don’t mean they come for classes, I mean more that the folk so far who have helped out at the pie-truck are far from experienced or knowledgeable in the practice of cooking.
Right from the beginning I was very sure I wanted, not to have them follow my recipe, for even I don’t bother to do that most days, but to hone the understanding of what was happening as they put ingredients together. They do use the recipes, but more as bench markers and arrows pointing in the direction of a fabulous pie, or amazing soup.
I notice the same thing as my kiddos grow with their drawing, or my daughter asks for help with her sewing. I am terrified of giving too much instruction, scared they will rely on rules rather than discovered notions.
As a somewhat impatient person, I loath directions, recipes and instructions. Trial and error are my best friend. I have tried to discover why, and finally thirty-three years into this life I truly understand my determination to make several disasters before I finally find the correct path. It is because I feel like an explorer; I feel my own discovery is mine, and to top that, I understand why and how what I did worked.
I wrote a similar post
several years back, it made me smile because somehow we can never get away from ourselves. I have found bits in my teenage diaries that ring true like I am writing them for the first time today.
Thanks for reading my rant, I recommend you check out Fig & Me,
she got me inspired even after
my dawn to dusk day at the truck.