Monday, August 10, 2015

Do we make art, or does the art make us?

12 x 12"
oil and cold wax

I was having tea with a friend and the discussion turned to art, and she said, "I don't think we make art, I think the art makes us."

We continued to talk and eventually it was time to say good-bye, and even though I left her company, her comment has been walking next to me ever since. 

Since 2007 when I got back to making art, how have I changed? Probably the most visible is a new circle of friends. People I never would have gotten to know were it not for being an artist. These people have all influenced me. And those experiences haven't really changed me as much as allowed me to express who I am; below the surface.

Getting to know that part, intimately, has altered my aura, my energy field, so those around me, especially those who knew me before 2007, have sensed a change. 

For one, I am more happy, more joyful, more grateful, because I am creating something out of that sweet, silent, soulful part that is really an extension of everyone and everything.

When I enter my studio I travel into the original world; molten, dark, mysterious and wondrously scary. From there I create the art and the art creates me. It's symbiotic. One cannot be realized without the other.