on beauty

For the last few years, probably about as long as I have been making clothes; or a bit longer actually, I have thought about dressing myself. What it means, what it can do for me, how I can use it as a means of communication, how it can be art.

I love beautiful things: the feel and look of shibori. The yellow silk petticoat I have. Wool. That's one reason why I make clothes--to have really lovely things I couldn't afford if someone else made them. To have the pleasure of making them, too.

When I was in Paris last week for a day, I saw a man wearing a scarf made of heavy silk chirimen printed with shibori; it was navy blue and black and the shibori pattern was (as is typical) white. It took my breath out of my mouth. He wore it witha black wool coat and he carried his son in one arm. His son wore red. The colors, textures, patterns, the two people. Beautiful.

How material matters to me: I don't like to wear synthetic things because they don't feel beautiful. They don't merit the work. Beautiful objects, beautiful materials. My hands, my body want to know this, not just my eyes.

I once broke up with someone in part because he didn't make anything. He didn't understand the value of making, of materials. He didn't need to touch things. He didn't value made things for their innate beauty, the quality of having-been-made.

A friend and I talk about making journals to record what we wear every day. Sometimes I follow the wardrobe_remix community at flickr. About a month ago I began drawing my clothes as I wore them (more or less--there are a few fantasies here). And that moved into figuring out how to draw myself, too, what I look like. How I express myself through my clothing. How many nuances of communication are part of my daily dress. Getting used to my face (which I don't see much).

Drawing my clothes lets me be free with colors, try out things I would not have otherwise. It's easy because I have nothing to lose; these are just doodles, croquis, nothing of importance. I can be free with the lines, I can scribble, I can make mistakes. I have found beauty where I didn't expect it.

I want to live in a way that is the least harmful it can be. I want to make beautiful things and live in spaces that are beautiful.

I want the way I am in the world to be an extension of beauty to other people, too.

(Whenever I can I will go out in the world singing.)