No one ever taught me how to carve. I guess for what I'm doing it does not take much skill really, but it does take an understanding of sorts. Primitive style dolls that hearken back to the sixteenth century seem easy enough until you try and make one. I've eyeballed the examples online as well as what other artists are doing of a similar fashion. I have ideas about what I want to do. Ideas about how I want the dolls to look. There are moments when I feel lost, or afraid to mess up. Moments when I wonder if I have any skill worth sharing. It's the time I spend working that feeds the dream.
There is a magic in carving.
Taking away to bring forth.
Being fearless as the knife is put to the wood.
I'm learning by doing. This is going to be a pin cushion doll-- Queen Anne style. The textiles are already picked out, antique brocade and metallic threads. The paints and gesso are happening in my head as I write this.
Whittling the fear away.