When mama asked me which I liked better, sewing or painting, I didn’t have to think twice: painting. You can paint over your mistakes.
I’m familiar with the aggravation and tedium it is to rip out seams or correct other sewing mistakes. With painting, you just paint over. Sometimes it’s best to do it when it’s wet other times the original needs to dry. If you can’t paint over it, you turn it over and paint on the back side.
Another thing I learned from mama (which can annoy others) is to try not to waste anything. Arrange your pattern so as to waste the least fabric. Use every scrap you can. I was probably scrounging for a scrap to try something I wasn’t sure of when I painted the picture of flowers above. It was done on the back of a mistake.
The crazy thing is, I really like this. The colors are my favorite combination and this style is something I’d like to learn to improve. I’d frame it but it’s on an irregular, torn, scrap of art paper.
Maybe it’s from my inner teacher or years of teaching and leading youth groups but I seem to always see lessons.
One: Don’t let your mistakes be all there is. Start over.I’ve been painting for years yet my skill level is no where near I’d like it to be. It doesn’t stop me from painting; or from trying a new sewing project even though there’s a chance I’ll have to rip something out. Again.
Second: Don’t be quick to toss the scrap piece. Use it.Even scraps can be made into beauty.
Collages are torn or cut scraps of magazines made into a new image.
Mosaics are broken bits of pottery, porcelain, ceramics, etc. used to make decorative pieces or stand alone works of art. This is a small example on a souvenir we brought back from Israel. The ancient churches are filled with beautiful art made from broken pieces.
Last, keep making. It won’t always be perfect to you but you might never know the beauty it is to others. A one dollar bill with a misprint can be worth $75 – $400. The mistake increases its value but doesn’t stop them from printing money.
We worked in the recovery community 15 years. We saw lives broken to various degrees. Some looked beyond repair. Mental health, addiction, criminal record…the proverbial three strikes. Broken bits and pieces that wanted to be made whole.
I’ve lived a more privileged life than many of them. Yet, my heart has been torn and there are rough edges that refuse to be smoothed. Still, God has welcomed me to His family of ragged edges and torn up scraps. He’s shown me how together He makes us art.
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of usAll around,
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found, in you
You make me new,Gungor
You are making me new