A few years ago, I saw a random TikTok where someone made art using just fabric, a canvas, and plaster. One night, while my partner was away, I decided I wanted to try something completely new—something I’d never done before. So I went back to her video and gave it a shot.
I was shocked by how easy it felt. I ended up making two textured pieces using scrap fabric and drywall mud. They’re technically unfinished and now live in my garage studio, but they’ve become a permanent fixture. They mark the beginning of something I didn’t know I needed.
At the time, I didn’t even think of myself as creative. I came from a world of corporate jargon and constant overthinking, where creativity felt like a title only for god's chosen ones. But making those first two pieces felt… Quiet. Meditative. I remember how still my brain felt while I worked. Just hands in the mud and total presence.
That feeling never left me.
Today, drywall mud is one of my primary materials. I sculpt with it, finish furniture with it, and use it in more ways than I can count. And while I don’t always get that same meditative calm every time (depends on the project… and my mental health), the connection to making is always there.
I’ve started writing about my experience with it on the blog, especially for anyone who’s curious or wants to try it for the first time. You’ll find a few beginner-friendly posts in the Dee’s Day Makes section if you’re interested.
If you’ve ever thought about making something, start here. It’s a great material to explore texture, form, and movement.
Would love to hear about your first making experience too.
— Dee
