there is a longing in every artist, for home.
a place to tend to, to tend within, mirrors to reflect the beauty in our hearts. and yet the dichotomy of all of it, is we must wander too. the desire to feel pain and beauty both as if we all know where the muse takes shelter.
I learned a long time ago I needed to be able to watch the sunrise every morning, in order to survive. that may seem dramatic to some, especially in a world that is so painful, but it is the truth, both are true actually.
we need beauty to survive, maybe because we know how hard life can be. beauty may not be a pillar in mazlow's hierarchy of needs but it is needed.
as I sit in a little coffee shop in far west texas I wonder what my point is. not just in what I am writing but in what I am offering, what I create.
is my desire to share beauty and the heart enough, can I make a difference, can I make people care more, share more and connect with their hearts more.
once upon a time I was a welder like my dad, once I natural dyed linens and painted with wax resists, once I was a hide tanner. my creativity has ebbed and flowed my whole life, and I have never considered myself an artist, only recently have I even tried thinking that I am. I do know I would be honored to be considered one, and to probably most, I live like one. I have always been a wanderer in some way or another, even when I was stationary.
I do know that right now in my life there is a deep longing to connect to something I do not know yet. my hope is it is also walking towards me, we are walking towards each other, searching, and we will meet and I will know what to do, how to move forward, and what the next stage in my creative life will look like.
my hope is to write more here on my own blog and less on the instagram platform. I hope you will enjoy it.