Surely I jest. Improv is just piecing as you go... It's quite simple.
I know, I know...
Hello...My name is Jean(ie) and I can't do improv.
On April 3, I'm going to get some therapy to relieve that fear. I'll be taking a class with none other than Gwen Marston, the queen of liberated (or improv) piecing.
First off, I don't do classes well. With classes I usually sit in the room and soak up the lesson and watch everyone else. Then I want to take it home and fly with it in the comfort of my own space. That's my learning style.
I paid good money for this class and I want to get my money's worth.
I know this fear is very irrational. For me it's the torture of having a bi-functional brain. I'm split evenly on brain function between both the creative and analytical lobes in processing information and my environment. I have a tremendous imagination, but I also have a strong analytical reality check. It's a constant fight. Am I explaining it right?
So I'm thinking of how I can make this class go easier. Do I do a no-brainer thing like taking a bunch of scraps? If I use them up I won't care. Or do I break into a treasured grouping like my Marcia Derse stuff to force me to continue with this journey? Or do I just go the safe route and use just solids?
Or do I drink a bottle of tequilla and let go? (Not really, but I may consider this an option... LOL! Not good for one who doesn't drink)
What to do....