on complexity, patience, stillness, and how they fit into each other....
i had a silly realization a few days ago: i am quite impatient when i'm tying. i find that sort of funny, because i consider myself an extremely patient person in other aspects of my life. i was tying for a photoshoot, and tying a chest pattern similar to this one, and felt myself tying faster and faster because i felt like i needed to finish that rope and get to the final shape already! how dare i be so slow! but... isn't that one of the beautiful parts of this practice? that we get to slow down and exist in a moment, in our "scene" together? why am i rushing through that? sure, a camera pointed at me adds some pressure, but i know that wasn't a unique feeling.
i crave stillness. i crave watching nothing but shallow breath, the ever so slight quiver of muscles after the exhaustion of stillness settles in. this feels like quintessential bondage to me--not that you don't have the option to move, but that you have chosen to sink in to the stillness. so i'm wishing myself the patience to achieve and to allow this stillness that i so crave.
@faeriebruises in a particularly static tie from early january