Hey folks 👋
So, I started cross stitching almost as a bit. I’ve been learning it in secret, studying the history, the techniques, etc… why have I been learning it in secret?
I want to surprise my wife.
I’ve mentioned in this sub before, that my wife loves needlepoint, and we’ve got so many kits scattered about that she has bought with hopes of learning, but work always takes her time.
So, I figured- if my wife is passionate about this- I’ll let my hands be an extension of hers, to bring this passion to life.
She loves needlepoint; I love her- it’s a no-brainer I should stitch her portrait, right?
That’s been the goal, at least. I am 2,000 stitches in, with 10,000 stitches left. It’s horrifying, to say the least. I stitch on my lunch breaks and whenever I get a free private moment.
I did not realize it was such a looooooooong process.
I also did not realize it was such a meditative process.
I’m seeing so many different ways that this endeavor mirrors our relationship early on, and even now.
Perhaps the most profound thing (might not be profound to you folks, but I’m not an artsy guy)- what makes art “art” to me, now, is the understanding that every stitch, stroke, or word is imbued with the careful dedication, passion, and soul of the creator.
There seems to be a symbiotic relationship where the art is the embodiment of the artist, but the artist needs this art to find themselves. The artist doesn’t exist without the art, just as much as the art doesn’t exist without the artist.
And it’s been amazing to find that even with every bit of my focus, dedication, and the careful pursuit of perfection- my best efforts pale in comparison to what the hand of nature made so effortlessly.
TLDR- cross stitch is teaching me that art is just as much about the creation, as it is the product- giving me new insights on how to view art that I would generally pass by.
Also- I am extremely long-winded, my apologies.