Blog entry
Spring Cleaning
This month I have been contemplating spring and what it means. Feeling the season unfolding around me has me thinking about rebirth and renewal. After all, spring is the time when nature wakes from its winter slumber with a big yawn. Flowers begin blooming again and baby birds can be heard chirping for their mothers. Ahhh, the cycle of life! We are born, we grow and age, we die. This is true of all living things. Maybe that's the reason that most people get into "spring cleaning" - literally and figuratively.
Sick of Being Sick
Pencil vs Paint
In the beginning, I worked strictly in pencil and charcoal. I was young and wanted to just stay in my comfort zone. I used my hands to smudge and blend for my shading. I couldn’t wrap my brain around painting because I didn’t like working with a brush - I couldn’t blend paint the same way with my hands.
How Did I Get Here???
I am an artist.
Pretty obvious statement, dontcha think? Actually, it wasn’t really that long ago that I couldn’t say that. I was an artist, but I didn’t believe in myself. I discovered that I enjoyed art when I was a junior in high school - in my mind, that was late. I thought that artists created as soon as they could hold a pencil. I grew up and went to school with a couple of talented artists. They could draw when we were in elementary school. I didn’t even doodle. How could I possibly be an artist?
