I started a 365 project this year. I love looking into my big, beautiful kitchen sink. I decided to take a picture of it one morning , and half kidding, told my husband I was going to do it everyday for a year. He double dog dared me. I am a sucker for double dog dares. At first, I really loved the project. Around February, I started getting bored. March came and I started getting comments about my little sink project. One day someone said, “I just don’t get it. When will you stop doing it?” Something in me clicked. I decided right there and then that I would finish my project. Because art stirs emotion… even if that emotion is frustration and confusion.
For me, however, my project isn’t at all confusing. I know exactly why it is meaningful for me and it brings me joy. Especially the really messy sinks. They bring me the biggest joy. They remind me that life is made of messes. Messiness is what is left after play and work. Messiness is what happens while making art. And messiness is necessary for authentic love.
A mess like this used to make me feel like I wasn’t good enough. I would live to clean. I remember making dinner, cleaning all the dishes, then sitting down to eat. A big pile of dirty dishes some how said I was a lazy good for nothing. Now I know to look for the fruit of the mess. Now I look at a big pile of dirty dishes and it reminds me of the wonderful meal I created. I see love. I see art.
I am posting my sink project on instagram. If you want to find some art in the middle of a messy kitchen, please join me. I am using the hashtag #yearofthesink.