I guess every artist struggles to lead a balanced life. Nothing's ever perfect and if it were I probably wouldn't create what I do. My art is my balm, my freedom, my medicine. It always has been. Today I gather myself together to give myself as a gift to my art, to myself even. I need to have this time for some inexplicable reason. Something I have never felt myself drawn to is calling me. So all I can do is surrender and write.
I have a current piece that I am working on that sings to me and promises me things that I didn't think I would find again. It is very large and oceany and is very special. I always approach it from a side angle so to speak, so it doesn't shy away from me. More than anything I want this one to be just right. It has to do with my Mom, really it is for her. I lost her in October of 2011 and I haven't been the same since. I never will......but that's ok. I don't think I am supposed to be the same.
Today I watched the video below, which was posted on Terri Windling's Blog, and I really cried over it. And it pointed right back at me and what I am trying to do with my picture. Art is my form of storytelling and telling my emotional truths. What he is saying resonated so much it was like someone put a finger on my soul. Like the temple bell that brings overwhelming stillness and sound at the same time. I know all at once this life I am trying to create, even with as muddled as it sometimes seems, is my path, my way, my story.
P.S. I have posted a few works on a new Artworks page. I hope this page will morph into a Shop page at some point, I have so many things planned for this site! So keep coming back to check!