The Broken Hill lasts are starting. With only a month remaining here in this town I have grown to love, I am experiencing the This is the last time I will…. phase. Sunday was my last class as a resident teacher and it has to be said that I have been spoiled here. I reckon that my students on Broken Hill are up there with the best. They are so enthusiastic, committed, encouraging, brave(!) and patient. We have lots of fun, lots of laughs and I am constantly inspired by what they make.
I try to make my classes enjoyable for those who like to learn a technique AND for those who would just love to finish something. And preferable wear it! And underneath it all is my passionate conviction that each and every one of us is creative. Each class member receives a little card with a hand written message about creativity (selected by the universe!) and we share these at the start. So often, people have said that a message was spot on for them. (Read what gorgeous Deb said about her message from Neil Gaiman* here).
Last week we had a bloke come to the Fantastic Fold class (with Lamingtons!) and he produced a very fetching snake, cufflinks, a brooch to be and a room full of admirers. The rest of us made bracelets, cuff bangles and a wide array of beads.
My regulars wanted to learn how to make little figures like some of my Ladies of Colour and that was what we did yesterday. It was the first time I had taught these to this group. To any group! They produced gorgeous girls of colour, verve and chutzpah, just like them! Because it was my last class here for a while we finished with champers and nibbles. Thanks to the ever patient Ian for kicking us off and so faithfully letting me in so I didn’t ever have to set off alarms. (I have done this in the past and consequently have a wee phobia about.)
These Broken Hill polymeristas have so much drive, talent and a sense of fun so I do hope that they continue with their addiction. I sense they will!
*Neil Gaiman’s words about mistakes are some of my favourites. At least one person gets them each class:
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.