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July 20, 2006
Always An Artist
As I sit here and gather myself a bit, I realize I have been on a rather fast moving cycle lately. It’s spinning makes me a little dizzy, but I know that many of my efforts in the past have lead up to this moment, and this is generally very pleasing.
When one purposely causes this motion to happen, it obviously is part of some purpose, or goal. I have been working with real intent on my art for the past seven years, and some of these things I have set into motion are simply showing results.
It was these past seven years that brought to the surface my gift’s purpose. A voice... a strong visual communication. It has often been said that artists and poets should always be observed to see what is really going on.
I have been an artist all of my life. As a young child and all the way through collage, my art was the main focus. I had many opportunities and much recognition for my abilities to capture anything visually. It all seemed so clear. I was an artist.
But life changes... all of the time, really.
As a young woman leaving collage and starting a new job, my social life took the front of the line. After a few years, a few relationships, and many paintings, I found myself married, and nine months later, having my first baby. Once again, my priorities changed. Being a mother was life’s biggest surprise, for me. I didn’t know I could love so much.
My painting moments were scattered over these years. Another baby and a divorce played into the mix, making life even more full, and not without many humbling struggles.
I sometimes reflect on all of this, just enough to realize that all these things we live through are part of what develops who we are and what we do now.
I use to worry about my art. I felt I left it behind, and that I neglected a gift I was given. But there was no neglecting. Life was happening, and all those experiences I lived and grew from were so much a part of my becoming the person and artist I am today.
How can one really feel from the heart if this heart has not lived?
Time is never wasted, even in it’s cruelest moments.
I never stopped being who I am. I was born an artist and have always been living it... I just didn’t really know this... until now.
Posted by kay at July 20, 2006 09:13 PM