I have always made things THAT I LOVE for the people I love. Finding, crafting, weaving, working, forging, creating. Like breathing, like blinking, I have been watching my art out of the corner of my eye for a long time. First in flowers, then in yarn and fabric; in two dimensions, and in three; for my children, for my friends; with media enduring and others fleeting; in ways that were at once satisfying and incomplete.
Until, one day, my daughter asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. She listened, expectantly and with limited patience for an answer she believed should not be that hard to give. Like your favorite ice cream flavor? Or what super power you would have if you could pick only one? Knowing what you want to be should lie at the tip of our thoughts. Ready for a bit of luck, a hint of opportunity, a wish.
And in that moment, I knew. Mint chip, when the mint is green and the chips are dark chocolate. Flying, of course. And, an artist. Full time, all the time, my whole soul.
I am self-taught, but I am far from alone. I learned from my mother. Who learned from her’s. To find beauty. To cherish it. To allow it space and time. I learn from other artists about craft, and patience, and effort, and imperfection, and community. And I learn from my children.
I can answer that question now. Any time. Any where.