Charlotte (the new jack of all trades at Man Repeller) and I bought a couple bags of beads yesterday. After some morning meetings and the subsequent shooting of some fall shit, an itch to crafted manifested. I’d have written it off as a means to get back in touch with my youth but a friend of mine, the painter who scribes Sketch 42
had made a really smart comment about the To Buy or DIY essay
that I wrote last week and that got me thinking.
She said, “until recently, all human beings had to make things for themsel[ves], and now I think we are seeing a backlash toward the over industrialized, computerized world we live in. I think people want to reconnect with the art of using their hands to make things. Just look at cooking…after the age of microwaving everything came the resurgence of gourmet, artisanal foods. I think crafting is just a natural part of the human spirit and its only now that we are calling it DIY.”
There’s something to it, I thought and so I conjectured that conducting a very marginal case study might in effect further this point and prove that this isn’t just a backlash we’re experiencing. Ultimately, we’re feeding a hunger to be tangibly creative again.
And when I sat down to bead, what I self-observed was the following: utter concentration, my mind working on a single track, the blossoming of new ideas–some awful but most fairly constructive, ignited creativity in a different capacity: there’s something to be said about the unconsciousness of stringing beads in a particular pattern and order be it shape or color–and doing it consistently. Finally, I noted unusually seamless conversational skills.
This isn’t to say that Charlotte falls victim to particularly bad conversational skills, (I, however, might,) but in this instance, I recognized a new brand of ease. We sat and beaded for an hour and without one single silence. Our conversations nonchalantly covered the recognition of women that actualize their existences through men and companionship, the environmental conditions of that which confuse gender. This parlayed into a conversation about homosexuality and even grazed upon healthcare. That’s not to say that we’re jackbrains who tend to speak about hemlines and boot heels exclusively but it’s interesting that the mere act of sitting down to bead and concentrating on what was directly in front of us instigated some pseudo-intellect.
I think there’s something to that. What are your thoughts?