Seeing the Crumbs and Being Grateful
I have been thinking about how I often turn my paintings in a million different directions to see how they appear from different angles. I am sure I am not any different from any other artist, and also like other artists, I think about how the work I do is also a metaphor for life – at least my life.
You see, typically, I work best silently and in solitude. I often find I like to work when not another person is about or I have to create that environment with headphones and soft music. This doesn’t mean, however, that I never work with other people or enjoy conversations about my work, their work or art in general. Quite the contrary, I find those conversations invaluable. Once I learned I absolutely HAD to live a creative life, a stream of precious and delightful souls have stepped in to show me (and challenge me with) a variety of ways to find myself and my work. Once I found the true me, the creative types presented themselves in abundance – many just left a few crumbs and exited. The really strong, supportive ones who had also come into their own have stayed. Now, I am better able to leave crumbs for those who are willing to see them. Without these beautiful people appearing in my life, I could not have found myself and would be wandering around completely confused.
