As cliché as it sounds, I've been an artist since birth. I knew it as a child and never questioned it. I doodled, sketched and imagined stories as naturally and easily as I played dolls and dress up.
Somewhere during my teen years, I lost this important piece of me. My art-making abilities lay dormant for most of my early adulthood.
I've always had this need to create. Even as I pursued a non-art related career, I was still being true to my nature as I crafted my words in an artistic way. Not an easy thing to do sitting in a small cubicle located within a big building devoted to gathering and producing the daily news.
Luckily, I've found myself again. Or at least that part of me that needs to create in the same way I need to breathe, eat, drink and hug my children on a daily basis.
My work is about the creative process, rather than the end by product. What I make is not as important as being in my studio and surrendering to the blissful moments where my full focus is on nothing but what my mind, heart and hands can generate.
My challenge is to continually hone my skills to physically birth what I see in my mind's eye. To re-create the colors, textures, shapes, emotions and stories my psyche has dreamt.
For many years I lived an existence where I had to look at the world and find the news of the day, which was often filled with fear and strife. The sadness of it wore on me like the moving water of a river that eventually erodes rock and stone.
Re-discovering my artistic self allowed me to look inward, enabling me to filter my world from my emotions and perceptions. This is who I am now. This is what my work is about: Discovery, Beauty, Truth and Love.
