As far back as I can remember, I have been compelled to observe and create. As a small child, winding my way through a sea of adults at my grandparents house, I can remember watching how one aunt would lean in as she told a story, or how the plates were arranged on the table as they came out of my grandmother's tiny kitchen, or the raucous laughter following a well-told joke. I noticed everything.
Telling people "I am an artist" when they ask what I do generally elicits an "Oh, wow!", followed by one of two statements..."I used to (paint/draw/sculpt)", or "I don't have a creative bone in my body".
I feel strongly about the very real need for creativity in our lives and the world. The ability to think critically, to make decisions, to discern, to show up...all are creative acts. True creativity is expansive and flows from a place of openness. All one has to do to know this is true is to look at Mother Nature in all her complexity of colors, textures, shapes and expressions. As a part of the natural scheme of things, we possess this ability also.
The works I make become stories about life, society and our world. Materials come from everywhere and anywhere. It is an honor and a privilege to call myself an artist and create opportunities for people to observe, think and enjoy.