I tried out for cheerleader one year as a way to conquer my fears. I practiced, I practiced, I practiced, I practiced, I even had other cheerleaders help me practice. The day came I stood there in front of everyone who mattered and I forgot the cheer...................I walked off with my head hung low. I truly sucked.......... What was I thinking? This is not the worse part. I still had to come back and perform my stunt with my partner. Somehow I walked back out.......................... We were good, really good. I did my herky jump and we did our double stunt. I did not suck on that part of the tryout. The problem is that I was trying out for CHEERLEADER not "what I was good at" leader.
The lesson learned? Failing will not kill you. It might suck for a moment, but the point is I tried. Did it all mean anything in the end? No, I really did not want to be a cheerleader. I wanted to play football..............................................that's another story
I have been working hard on my craft since 2004, and I think I have a skill level that shows in my work. I am the do over queen and there are many heads without bodies to suggest that these mistakes drive me to the perfect end. The finished doll always seems to lead to the next doll, one is born out of another. This is why I love making dolls. It is the air I breathe and pretty much defines me. I am a doll maker.
This may sound strange but these bodiless heads and headless bodies speak to me. I have control over the parts and pieces individually, but the position involved in the connection is revealed at the moment the pieces touch one another for the first time. The head moves me to sew it in a certain pose, same with the hands and arms. The whole doll forms itself to be expressive according to its idea of itself.
This may sound strange but these bodiless heads and headless bodies speak to me. I have control over the parts and pieces individually, but the position involved in the connection is revealed at the moment the pieces touch one another for the first time. The head moves me to sew it in a certain pose, same with the hands and arms. The whole doll forms itself to be expressive according to its idea of itself.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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you'll never know if you can until you try - good for you for trying! and kudos for walking back out the second time!
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