Some quick scribblings and a few numbers listed on a scrap piece of paper have revealed to me that this project has been successful.
Just like that; I’ve deemed it so.
Seriously, I have thought a lot about what has happened in the course of the past two years and how I see my current position. Where am I standing now and is it much different from where I started? The view has certainly changed. Instead of looking out on the Tyne River from my living room, I now look at a criss-cross of cobbled streets leading up to Dean Bridge in Edinburgh. Instead of my table being covered in research into my ancestry, I’m now looking at completed commission pieces. Instead of piles of funding paperwork decorating the outer edges of my work table, I have a tidy sum written out of money earned through funding, donations and requested works. Somehow, I haven’t lost money on this project. Even that fact alone is enough to make me feel incredibly proud and of the running of this project and thankful for the kind heartedness of family, friends and strangers.
What was I hoping to achieve with the Connecting Thread? Good question. I was hoping to engage with people on a topic that I find thrillingly interesting: identity and finding it through the means of the people preceding you. Good stories have been heard and shared and stored in my memory bank. Friends have been made. My human experience has been expanded tremendously due to the people I’ve met along this journey. In turn, it is my hope that people have been affected in someway by the project, whether by walking through the artwork or by following the journey. If any of this has mattered to anyone else, I would consider this work a success.
It has been important to me to do something meaningful with my life, reminding myself what it feels like to have a strong sense of purpose pulling you up out of bed every morning and making your steps through the day worth taking. A fulfilled life is a purpose-filled life. Don’t you think? Although I like creating the smaller works for walls, I needed to prove to myself that I could do something with substance. There is nothing wrong in making something for the purpose of adding colour or interest or beauty into a room, however, I needed to sink my teeth into something with depth, with soul, something with life.
So with that said, this isn’t the end. There is still life in this project and I will continue to update this blog and write about the continuing journey of The Connecting Thread.
And also…there is always an ‘also’ because once one project starts to quiet down I feel the need to pick up something else and start running. Once I flesh out the details I will be sure to let you know more about the Next Big Thing. There will be another blog. There will be another journey. There may be a little bit of overlapping.