My Quilling

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Hello Friends, today I wanna tell you about what a fanatic I am when it comes to Craft. In my lifetime, I learned many arts and crafts. Among them were Paper Mache, Origami, Flower Making from clay to bread, from stockings to ribbon. I enjoy spending my time with colours, I love making something beautiful from something very boring. I can knit and embroider, what a satisfaction it is to see that thread or wool to slowly take intricate neat patterns, be it cross stitch or long stitch or stem stitch. I used to embroider handkerchiefs and even learned Shadow Work. Shadow work looks awesome. I can make Colored Glass Paintings which look like a rainbow when sunlight streams through them in mornings. Like that I learned many types of art forms, some I kept practising some I left untouched. I used to feel like the creator himself when I made flowers from clay or bread. As you join each leaf, you feel amazed with the power in your hands. It slowly becomes a rose, leaves, and what not.

I learned Quilling from Youtube. I was intrigued by the colourful paper strips that weave within themselves to form something so delicate, intricate and fantabulous. The Filigree patterns that can be seen in each leaf and each flower and each petal is the fruit of artists hard work. When I see my flowers together, I felt divine and blessed to have made them with my own hands. At that moment my joy has no bounds, and my hard work is paid off when someone tells me they look as good as any professional would have made them. I don’t make them to sell, I made them to keep me occupied and busy in a creative and productive way. I made them to be between colours, I made them to stay happy and sane. Many times people ask me why I don’t try to sell them, I often gift them but never thought of selling them. Selling my art is like parting with my own child somehow, I know it’s not the wisest thought, but it’s my emotions that rule me.

Quilling to me is therapeutic, it’s De-Stressing. It is rejuvenating to decide what two colours to use in this particular flower, or whether I will use Royal pattern or the Malaysian one, whether it will be a fringed flower or a combed one. And then as I weave them through the comb or as I use the scissors to fringe them, I forget all my worries and the only goal that remains is perfection.