"Someday I'm Going to Write The Stories of My Life"
compiled by John A Elliott 2024
Way back many years ago now, during 1958 a new rendition of a song came out, by one of my mother's favourite singers, Michael Holliday, and that song called "The Story Of My Life" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gzk0bdlDr3Y has become the inspiration for me here today. I must admit I've always loved that song. Of course little did I know back then that I'd one day be writing short stories, of glimpses into my life...
My life is a tapestry, woven from the threads of experiences, and for one individual, that tapestry is rich with colour, texture, and design. At 74 years young, this article writer has lived a life filled with creativity and craftsmanship, a life that begs to be shared through stories that inspire and resonate.
As an artist, the world has been both a canvas and a muse. Each brushstroke tells a tale of inspiration drawn from the beauty of nature and the complexity of the human experience. The art I've created is not just a visual feast but a narrative that speaks from deep within my soul, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, and wonder. Sometimes emotionally happy, yet as an artist I've lapsed into deep depressions and frustration of not being able to achieve my vision of the work I'm trying to create on the canvas's before me. Similar to a frustrating writer's block, a dark cloud descends and progress is cut short.
The toymaker's chapter would be one of whimsy and delight. Toys, after all, are not mere playthings; they are vessels of imagination, gateways to worlds unbound by the rigidness of reality. Crafting toys is crafting dreams, giving form to the boundless creativity of a child's mind, and in doing so, preserving the purity and innocence of childhood itself. Being in a position, to actually design and create such wonders, sometimes, were just magical, as the design ideas just seemed to float through my mind, almost without effort on my part. So where did these designs and creations really come from. Some of my toy ideas just came to me from within my dreams as I slept.
As a wood craftsman, I have shaped the very majestic woods of the oak, ash, beech, walnut and pine into works of function and artistry. Wood, with its grains and textures, have been a companion of mine through my many years, teaching me patience and precision, reminding me, that even within the rough, there is potential for beauty.
Sewing and Quilt making weaves its way through the narrative as a testament to the warmth and comfort of home. Each quilt I've created is a patchwork of stories, a collection of fabrics each with its own origin, coming together to provide solace and a sense of belonging. Many were memory quilts from the clothes of a loved one. The many hours of sheer concentration, skill and love went into every single creation..
These would be the stories that are waiting to be written, the reflections of a life lived with passion and purpose. They are the stories that remind me that it is never too late to share our journey, to inspire others to create, to dream that impossible dream, and to live fully.
And so, the promise hangs in the air, and just like those famous lyrics, "Someday I'm Going to Write, The Story of My Life," and when that day comes, the pages will fill with the stories of my life not just lived, but crafted with the same love and attention as the art, toys, woodworks, and quilts, plus many other crafts that have defined me over the years, and made me into the person I am today.
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