This weekend my quilt-in-progress, False Dichotomies, ends its progress tour with a stop in my home studio: Big Top Quilts. After the Art Walk exhibit this Saturday evening, 5-8pm, I will work in greatest earnest to finalize the quilt presentation and enter it into an upcoming juried show: Threads of Resistance. Today, International Women’s Day, I’m struck by the intensity of my personal internal struggle between the call to NOT be doing paid or unpaid work and the desire to get things done. I consciously took a walk with my dog so as to be out of the home or studio, and to not be spending money today on groceries or glue for the broken plate, or dog food, as we’re almost out, but can make it until the weekend. But here I am, done with the walk and now writing a blog post, cleaning my studio for the weekend, answering emails that are time sensitive and checking the business statistics that have been neglected since October 25th and surely could wait one more day, but didn’t.
Next I will do unpaid work to write to my senators and representatives. I will write to them about funding artists, and invite them again to my exhibit which depicts a blended human figure and invites conversation about who gets to pee in which bathroom in each state. I will write to them about conversion therapy and how it is harmful and not therapy at all but torture and is inhumane. I will write that I want our public lands to be protected both nationally and locally and to encourage resistance to the actions planned to rescind standing laws protecting that land.
I write, and sew, and teach, and play, so that my family can be happy, so that my friends can be happy, so that the strangers I haven’t met yet can be happy. This is work. It is sometimes paid and sometimes unpaid. But I do need to do it. It needs to get done. And also, resting is harder.