I must be crazy

I often think that I must be crazy to have chosen this life as an artist. There truly were so many other opportunities that I could have pursued. God only knows what I could have excelled at had this ever insistent demand on my heart and soul not clung to me as skin on flesh. But artist I am and chose to pursue and now I will try to explain some of the lure, the deep flavors and the lusty satisfactions such a life gives.

emergence

The clay grabbed me again today. I was once again running around my space, going from one thing to the next, feeling anxious and scattered. And it truly was as if the clay reached out and took my arm. I stopped, looked at my bag of clay, dropped everything and began to work.

I saw immediately that she was a woman. It was only after an hour or so that the wings arrived. I felt her need to feel them, to hold them, to be sure that they were still there. Of course there need be no having to explain this piece too much further. I just need to see it and feel the majesty, yes, but also the self doubt that certainly I feel in realizing that i have been given this amazing gift of art and intuition which to me are the wings. But also she is firmly linked to earth, her legs as a base of a tree. Oh, I guess it is still too close to understand how it relates to my psyche. For the moment, I will just appreciate her beauty.