Art as therapy is something that is an interesting adventure. The piles of things I make often represent the outcome of channeling my anxiety or perhaps waylaying it.
Art in itself is odd.
Being called an artist odder still.
I am drawn to doing things with my hands - but it mostly feels like my body and soul need to make things.
Not just things; but things that carry energies of joy and feelings of love.
When I was unpacking for the Art Show - I said over and over "Oh I love this one." It was like I wasn't there when I made it.
Expressing my feelings in art - is perhaps getting in touch with the feelings I had long been detached from. It is like my body now craves being surprised by the things my hands create.
When I am working, I decide things by feelings. The colors and the designs in the fabric that seem to dance together are what I love. There is magic in pairing certain colors together.
I still feel like a beginner and I have been sewing art quilts for over 20 years.
It mostly feels like I am selling my lessons or what I am practicing on - and that I am working towards a goal I cannot see. Mostly I am present with my art and where it is at this time.
As my art continues to weave and change - so do I.
The energy that comes forth in my art - refuels me.
I am grateful to make art.
I am grateful it makes my body feel joy and it tickles me.
And grateful that others see what I feel and even more take my art home with them.
Being an artist is more of a feeling than a label.
Second to doing art, is enjoying the art of others. I love when I am surprised and made to feel something when seeing what others do with their hands.
Art carries a feeling - a message from a soul.
I looked up the definition of "Artist".
"a person who creates art (such as painting, sculpture, music, or writing) using conscious skill and creative imagination."
I agree the combination of skill and imagination is what make the magic.
There is a quote about "Worry is a poor way to use your imagination." Doing art give my mind a better way to be used.
Often instead of thread of worry, I have piles of un-made pieces I can't wait to do.
My aunt whose sewing machine I inherited when she passed away - used to worry that she would die before creating all the ideas she had. I get this. And the more you do, the more ideas grow out of nowhere.
Art is a therapy for me, it keeps my wandering mind entertained.
And maybe I am creating images that bring me love, peace and joy.
Artist isn't about me - it is about what comes when I follow my imagination.
I am inspired by others and use their ideas and make them my own.
I don't take being an artist seriously; but I do making art.
My life is better when I find the time to do things that bring me joy and excites my imagination.
I feel that my soul speaks through my art.
In looking at my art, I love my soul.
I love the playful colorful joy it expresses.
Perhaps my soul has a name - it's called artist.
( I have been going through old pictures - deleting them to make room on my devices. It is fun to see the older ones.)
