As an artist I love to paint and draw. As a story teller I have begun to tell the possibility of some of my paintings. It is such joy.
Creating is a part of who I am and have always been. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t making or writing or painting. Experts will tell you its therapeutic worth but that diminishes the joy and self expression that an artist knows to something you need to be unhealthy to engage with.
Creating is about evidencing what isn’t yet into what is, simply for the love of the creation. That is the power and the beauty of it. Love.
Aligned with the story of the dragonfly much of my work has flowed this past 6 months. It’s about the evolutionary path of our internal journey to a stage in which we change form and become the ‘thing’, the ‘being’ we were born with a memory of. Much like the dragonfly is born with the memory of wings. An idea I will explore more another day.
