A
Life of Its Own
I
bought new cord to work with on eBay. It came on a large spool. From
a company that makes supplies for tents and awnings. In the picture
it looked like a gold toned cord, and also in the description it was
stated as gold in color. When I received my package, as I opened
it, I found it was what I would call tan or beige, which it turns
out I liked better than the gold color pictured. I guess when used
for the purpose for which it was sold it did not really matter what
color it was. For my purposes, it does matter.
In
any case, this was my medium for the two projects I'm going to write
about this time. When cut into sections and held, it reminds me of
cold, cooked spaghetti. It looks and feels smooth and hangs in sort
of a languid way, but when tied into a knot it changes character
completely. It can be rough and harsh. I guess we can behave in a
similar way. Anyway, my point is, when you use a new material, it
takes some getting to know, and that is what this exercise is about.

The
second endeavor really took on a life of its own. I have had that
happen with poems I have written in the past. It seems things can
speak to you, not in a literal sense, but a form of inspiration or
direction. I started this exercise with the intent to make a basket.
I began at the bottom with a small ring. Then I went outward. This
required that I add new cord as I progressed. Anyone who has worked
in the round knows that you have to adjust as you go to get the form
to lay flat and expand. Things were not progressing as I wanted, but
I kept working. As I changed knots, I realized I would have to find
out how to hide the ends and start to decrease. I learned how to
increase and allow for future expansion at the same time. Nice, I
think.
As
I worked, I learned that this would not stand on its own as planned
because the weight of the cord increased. So I toyed with the idea
of making this a flat piece mounted in a frame and on some sort of
board. I asked a few people what they thought and most of the
consensus was round, basket-like.
When I got home, I had to
figure out whether to attach the form inside the bowl or outside.
The outside won, and I worked to figure out how to attach it to the
bowl. The problem was how to fasten off the ends to hide them,
because the string ends can be seen from both sides, as the bowl is
clear.
Four main items came together
and made a whole. Not what they where originally made for, but they
worked well together and now have a new start in life.
By
the way, this exercise had it's drawbacks. This cord was rough on my
hands. It managed to make a blister on the side of my baby finger and
before I knew what happened, I had scraped the top of my skin off.
I had to add some armor to protect my finger as to not further
injure it . Many years ago I worked on a project in
High
School when I learned macrame'. I made a large wall hanging fastened
to a large bamboo pole we had around the house. The cord I used to
make it was even harsher to my hands. It was made of common rope the
size of my baby finger. I got really tough callouses on my hands and
I think I even lost a little blood that time. So I was really
surprised at the injury I received from this much smaller and what
seemed to be, a tame cord. So I hope you found something of interest
taking a trip into the mind and process of the birth of something
new.
P.S
I liked this cord so much I bought another spool of it, so don't be
surprised if you see some more in the future, in spite of the pain.
I just looked up at my calandar and saw a quote that I thought was
appropriate to Today's blog.
“Faith
makes things possible...not easy.”
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