I've always had cake eyes. I see something I like, and it's love at first sight - I desire, I want, I pine! I am transfixed by texture, starstruck by stitching and caught up in colours! Growing up, I was a magpie, I always have been - I love to collect things, complete sets of colours, line them up, enjoy them that way. I like things pretty, shiny, bright, visually addictive. It's the same now that I'm an adult and doing what I do now. Instead now, it's not just pretty stones or beads. I love to seek out artists and just drool over their work [not literally obviously!], taking in all the tiny details.
Whether it's to inform my own work or challenge my own decisions, or simply just to immerse myself in the gorgeous work of the artists out there, I've been documenting all of my favourite pieces and artists on my personal Pinterest page. It's wonderful to look up and inspire myself with whenever I'm having one of those dark days, one of those days when you need to indulge your cake eyes!
But it would be selfish to keep all these beautiful creators to myself, and it's never a bad idea to keep spare inspiration nearby! So here is the first of my Inspiration posts, dedicated to the lust inducing thread collection of fabric artist Tilleke Schwarz.
I don't think anything I could write would be able to fully communicate how I feel about these collections of colours. All I have is words, and these hues are practically perceptible on a sensory level - they have tastes, they evoke scents and flavours I couldn't describe. They capture memories of sunsets and rockpools and lazy Sunday mornings. Colours like this are little tiny emotions, captured and wrapped up like specimens and preserved.
There's something delicious in the way she's stored them away as well, something that appeals to the messy, pointless creator in me but also to the organised neat freak who loves stationary and boxes and labels.
Seeing something like this is invigorating, it's like sowing the seeds and waiting to see what they grow into it. These raw materials are gorgeous all by themselves, and knowing what they'll eventually turn into is just incredible. That's an amazing part of being human, being able to look at the individual pieces of something and looking ahead and having a thousand different outcomes of creativity. It's exciting, terrifying, immortalising and dreadful all at once. Like Schrodinger's cat with a box of yarn.