Most likely if you are reading this , you are a supporter of my creative work or somehow found me searching for ART or loving ART and boom you landed on my page.
I live, breathe , and bathe in art. I am obsessive by nature and what I choose to fixate on is ART. Not a bad fixation given the million other things I could stalk, most of them probably not good for me, so ART is my addiction and I am fine with that.
I have an early memory of being sat down with a HUGE stack of magazines , some glue , scissors and a poster board sheet in what I now believe to be an exercise in distracting me and my intensity so that my parent could have a break , respite, from relentless inquisitiveness.
I was instantly smitten with the world of possibilities. You mean , I can cut out any shape , person , thing I want and glue it in any arrangement I want to fill this empty white space, yes please! This genius parent move kept me busy for hours and sparked an ember of my creative journey and even though I hid the ember , not to take it out and fan the flame until much later in life,…it stayed cozy, in a tiny hole in my heart, waiting until the time was right to emerge.
My creativity became my parent, my best friend, my comfort in the days , months, years, I spent healing from childhood trauma. The pushing through by letting go onto the paper , canvas, fabric, clay, kept me focused on learning who I was in the absence of a solid base, in the absence of love, respect , forgiveness…In the absence of parents, grandparents, cousins, family. Art gave me “something” that was my own, it never judged me but rather lifted me up from dark spaces while I navigated learning how to be an adult drifting along with no family unit to help in unfolding the map and giving me directions.
I am thankful for everyday I am alive and can enjoy a creative outlet and my wish is that you to are taking the time to explore the YOU that evolves in a creative journey.
You are worth it!