I’m back from Paris and I have so much to tell you about the trip, I don’t even know where to begin!
I think I will tackle my revelations topic by topic in several posts and that they will hopefully inspire you!
In Paris, I was struck by the overwhelming sense of detail that is present everywhere in this city. I have been to so many bustling metropolitan cities and this one just feels different. There is a deep sense of preservation that threads into the daily life of Parisians that I am sure can be painstaking when trying to accomplish certain modern tasks but it gives me pause as I wrestle with the fast lane type of art and creativity that we see happening with alarming regularity.
I was struck be the fine craftsmanship and artistic detail in everything from the dressmaking details shown in the 1950’s haute couture exhibit at the Palais Galleria, to the ornate Paris Opera House, to the flooring in St. Chapelle, it was present in everyplace we visited. Details, care, love and craftsmanship and yes, I am sure a dose of ego in the masters who created it. At some level, it seems fair though, masterful work deserves to make someone proud.
All of these lush details took time. The architecture, the iron work, nothing looked or felt hurried or rushed.
In our fast society today, it seems we have put value on speed and the ability to be prolific more than we do artisanship. Computers speed us up, smart phones speed us up, we can communicate ideas so rapidly now. You can’t help but ask if, in this impressive to communicate, we have not lost something in translation.
I don’t know about you, but when I sink deep into inspiration and try to do creative problem solving, a voice inside my head whispers, “Don’t spend too much time on this, it may not be worth it…” Whether that takes on the form of me convincing myself that people won’t want to pay for slow artisan work or that my idea might become “old” by the time I execute the finished result, this voice often convinces me into watering down the original inspiration or to get distracted by another less complicated idea.
What if I quieted that voice and told it,
“Love is in the details. I want to create thoughtful work. I want to sleep on it, rest in it, recreate it until I am truly satisfied.”
What if being your very best was more important that being fast and prolific?
What if creating 3 remarkable pieces was more important than creating 300 mediocre ones?
As I return with my heart and mind full of ideas, I will have to remind myself that being slow doesn’t mean that I am not keeping up. I will have to remind myself that love is in the details in the most unexpected ways, the floors, the ceilings, the embroidery, and that it is okay to sink into those slow details.
What about you? When was the last time you embraced slow creativity?