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Thursday, January 10, 2013
The Evolution of a Doll, Creating Yourself
It's an evolution not unlike creating... art, crafts, food, novels, business plans, outfits, papers... whatever.
Like this here doll I made my daughter for Christmas.
Here she is, nothing but a sketched out pattern and some upcycled t-shirt material. I took my scissors to it and cut away everything that she was not.
Leaving her with a basic, disassembled, empty shape.
You see the thing is, nothing we create will ever get to BE anything until we actually start, until we put it through that sewing machine, and take it all the way, see what happens with all that machinery and sharp pointy things and fears of what might go wrong or how the machine might break down (mine did) or how we might forget how to use the mighty machinery (I didn't) or maybe my doll might not look like what I wanted her to look like (she didn't really look like what I imagined at all, she became her own thing.) You just have to do it. Put yourself out there and say, YES, I will do this thing.
She's a doll.
Originally, she was inspired by two things... the scrap fabric I had, aka brown t-shirt, and the vintage doll dress. I made the original pattern so that she would fit into this dress. After that, I allowed myself to be inspired by the various dolls I have seen and loved and by what I had already done with doll making. I mean, this is why you have a daughter, right? To make girly stuff for them?
It doesn't matter that she didn't like the yellow dress on this doll and made me make her a pink dress out of scrap fabric, right? Or that she'll probably change the scrap pink dress, even though she designed it, and put her in a different vintage doll dress.
What matters is I went all the way in and trusted my abilities and my judgment and gave it a go. What matters is I took it to the end of the journey and didn't give up. What matters is I made it. I thought of it, dreamed it, planned it, trouble shot it, detailed it, put it all together and then put it out into the world, I mean, gave it to a five year old.
Make a doll. Make a craft. Make a painting. Make a novel. Make a home. Make a business. Make a life. Create yourself. Those things are not you, and yet, the making of them makes you.
What are you making?