I have been drawing for much of my life. First it was a lamp and squares and eyes. That was in grade school. Then after having many years of painting–this time, houses–and one rather bad experience in an art class in college, I began to use art materials as a way to help me understand feelings and thoughts during my journey in therapy. From then on, I was hooked. Art and self-understanding were connected. So were art and self-expression. It has only been in the last four years that I have found a studio to do my art-making in. Prior to that, it was draw on a piece of paper and then store that drawing in a box. Now I can let images “breathe.” And breathe they must! Many of them decorate my studio and line my walls. I still do not know what to “do” with them so, in the interim, I have chosen to explore art-making and, more generally, creativity in a blog. Where this all goes, I haven’t a clue. In many ways, this whole endeavor is much like my process of drawing. Just start and see what happens!
red knibbles 