When life brings your art in a new direction

Life has been tricky for me in the past few months, on many levels, I've been struggling to keep up, my art hasn't escaped that feeling, I feel this need to change and evolve. I'm not satisfied anymore. 
My mind is preoccupied with many things at the moment and I'm claiming control where I can. 
I spoke before about purging my life, mentally and physically, I've been at it more intensely since January, more so in the last 3 months. Getting rid of the excess, somehow, opened space for things I didn't even know I was yearning for. 
Mid-summer I bought a weaving loom after stumbling on pictures while doing research online. When I was a kid, my mother had this big one in the house. Not the hobby kind but the professional one that you use to thread fabric, blanket and carpet. I was fascinated by it, although I wasn't allowed to be around it. It was dangerous for the tiny fingers. 
She sold it when I was pretty young but I remember it well. My aunt used one at the "Cercle des fermières" a collective of women hanging around creating the thing women did back then… I still have tea towel and blanket she handmade fr me more than 25 years ago. One thing I have regrets about that time is that nobody bothers to teach us how to do any of these things. I once asked my mother to teach me how to sew properly but she didn't have the patience for it. My maternal grandmother was a goddess at all the "domestical art" but it was so second nature to her that she was way to fast for me to catch up and my dreams of crochet, sewing, embroidery and weaving pretty much died then. 

But the thing is, it never really got away, it creeps up when I feel the need for a sense of control as if learning to do it will bring everything into place. When you practice any of these activities you truly need to be in the present moment, focus on the task at hands. There is no going around it and all the worries in the world disappear for a brief moment. So I'm teaching myself. I've been adding embroidery to my art for a few years now, creating dolls and soft sculptures, all of these creatives forms had to meet at some point. In a way, the kid in me is making peace with an imperfect past and reminding me of what I love to do back then. 

It's started with simple weaving hanging wall piece to the more complex one with which I'm stitching myself back in control. Evolving from crafting to piece of art. 

I feel that this is the beginning of something bigger than me… 
Tell me what I've you been exploring lately?

Stitch by stitch I'm regaining control