I got a little lost in local art communities, evolving my creative identity, art form and....well,life morphed as life does. I feel out of pithy insights but I'm willing to see where this can go.
Along the way I dived into thinking of myself as an "artist" more than a "craftsperson". Wow, did that get complicated. I had no idea where that was leading me and the more I learned the more I thought I knew and the more I tried to impose that filter not only on how I interpreted art & craft but how others saw it too.
Have you waded successfully through this pond? What did it give you and what did you lose? It can get very complicated...right?
I'll be awhile sorting the last decade out but the main thing I want is to regain the carefree joy of spontaneous creativity that is the light of my creative life.
My art changed in many ways and it was amazing to see how those changes just magnified the root values of my creative expression. Recognizing the constant, the foundation, the thread that had run through my life was unwavering but alive and translating in different forms. The core that has been part of my life since Mom temporarily misplaced me and found me hidden in the tall grass surrounded by little leaf boats I created and decorated with small flowers. The smallest bits of nature speak to me, soothe and captivate in the most delightful ways.
I haven't created as much in the last few years but recently I've started back on that path creating just for the joy of it. I'm not sure how often I'll be posting but if things are quiet here then think of me, wooing Whimsy to come sit with me in the sunlight of my studio and stir her curious fingers through my abundance of nature supplied art materials as she whispers of delightful possibilities.
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