I must admit, I haven’t been feeling especially creative during the last week. Instead, I (perhaps along with the rest of New York City and the East Coast) have been feeling a bit shaky. It started with Tuesday’s earthquake. As I sat on the 9th floor of the building that houses the Martha Stewart offices, glittering anything that was within reach, I noticed some commotion. It wasn’t until Martha herself, evacuating through our crafts studio, announced that the building was shaking that I realized there was a problem. Although I did not personally feel the quake, it was a somewhat frightening 30 or so minutes, during which no one in West Chelsea really felt like they were standing on stable ground.
After the chaos of the day, I was ready for a good, fruitful studio weekend. My dreams were gradually squelched as news of the impending Irene began to flow in. As the weekend grew nearer, I became more anxious, and my apartment’s location in a low-lying evacuation zone did not ease my concerns. With lots of bottled water, peanut butter, and flashlights at the ready, my roommate and I hunkered down in our apartment for a full 36 hours. As we watched the rain and listened to the howling winds, I realized that it’s just not easy to think creatively when you’re preoccupied with the possibility of your ceiling caving in during a hurricane. That said, I did manage to get outside for just a few minutes yesterday to see what’s happening around the post-hurricane neighborhood.
I’ve decided that all of the anticipation, drama, and anxious energy has to have some sort of creative outcome. So I’ve decided to make a hurricane palette.
Who knows what could grow out of this? Perhaps a collection of extreme weather themed textile prints. Next time a hurricane comes to NYC, I can use them to sop up the rain that drizzles from the ceiling.