Friday, October 17, 2014
in my studio: on being a maker
Often, when people ask me what I do, it's difficult for me to answer. I have a part time job, I run a household, and am a volunteer for an organization that works to end extreme global poverty. But somehow, I tend to shy away from mentioning that I'm also a blogger, a designer and a maker.
This week I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a maker. I'm sure there are about as many definitions as there are things to make and people to make them, but I think it's an important question to reflect on. What does being a maker mean to me?
Sometimes I doubt and question myself and the things I make. When your heart and passion (as well as your time and hard work) are wrapped up so deeply in something, it's very scary to send that something out into the world. A lack of response (or worse, a negative one) can crush an artist's heart. Perhaps this is why I often skip over talking about this side of my life.
But the truth is, I also do this for me. I love to use my two hands to create something beautiful and life giving. Making is important to me. It grounds me in who and where I am. Whether it's a pair of mitts, dinner, a blog post or a difference, I know that I will continue to make things. And hopefully, along the way, I will learn to share what I make with a little more confidence, and maybe be a blessing to someone along the way.