I’ve been thinking, lately, about inspiration … whether I’m inspired more by garments I see or by perceived “holes” in my wardrobe or by aesthetics or by something else entirely.
Until last week, I thought I was much more inspired by aesthetics and by yarns and by holes in my wardrobe or by patterns I couldn’t find. One time, for example, I ended up designing a pair of mitts (working on writing the pattern) because I love stripy and variegated yarns, but there’s a limit to the number of patterns that really suit those yarns and are still entertaining/challenging knits that produce something that looks at least somewhat hip, young and fashion-forward (sorry, Noro).
There’s also limit to the number of people who really like stripy or highly variegated anything and I suppose that most people wouldn’t actually want an entire sock wardrobe of stripy socks. I know I wouldn’t. Sometimes I really do like my beautiful hand knit socks to show off the amount of work that went into them, and some yarns really do manage that better than others. But, I digress. This was supposed to be about inspiration, right?
Well. I guess that’s a long way of saying that the first couple of designs I came up with had to do with filling those niches. With making things that I wanted and could envision that didn’t exist anywhere else.
Then I started designing based on mood boards for yarn and pattern companies, which broadened my design process from a vague thought about “what’s missing from my closet and the knitting pattern world” (I see my scientist bias there — I’ve been very trained to approach things from a perspective of looking for gaps and holes and unanswered questions) to one based on a collection of styles and textiles — an aesthetic inspiration.
Then came the most uncomfortable of all: the prompts about literature. I read a couple of them, in short succession, and while I usually like some kind of guidance because it enables me to edit myself better and produce better work, I was stuck. Completely and totally. I realized that many of my favorite books and stories and characters didn’t translate into knitting patterns. Or at least, not obviously and not immediately. (I also realized that it’s been a very long time since I’ve read a story. In fact, I’ve been doing so much reading along the lines of travelogues and journal articles and blog posts that I’m not sure I’ve read a Novel since I really began this love affair with knitting. I’m kind of ashamed of that. Dropping the subject now). I started to worry that I’d been tapped out of ideas.
And then I sat with the prompts for a while, uncomfortably, and slowly, things came to me. Realizations that story, for me, is more about character than about place or plot and that knitting based on a character could tell her story without being exactly what she would have worn. Design based on literature is not to be confused with costume design.
That, my friends, was amazingly liberating. Beyond words liberating, even. There was this whole new world of inspiration suddenly available to me, and it didn’t have to be from the knitting world. Or the natural world. Or the fiber world. Inspiration could sneak up from anywhere, and if I put just a bit of thought into it, I suddenly had the power to guide the elusive muse as well.
I started to have ideas for socks and for stockings and for shawls and for story elements, ones that fascinate me because I love them and ones that fascinate me because I hate them. And I’m glad that I sat uncomfortably with those prompts and that I didn’t give up because I’m seeing things in new ways and that pushes me and it makes me grow and makes me better.
(It’s also made trips to art museums in the past couple of days more intense and complex even than when I was busy dissecting visual components for myself — translating them into concepts so that I could translate them back into art/photography/design…)
Today, I saw an Early American quilt exhibit and I left with ideas that could fill a good year’s worth of sock and mitt and even shawl design.
Good thing I like a challenge.
(Oh, in other news, I have been knitting, a lot. It’s just been a lot of sample knitting, so I really haven’t had anything interesting to show you here. Soon, though, I promise).