Giving back

27 February 2009

I’m inspired to write. I love the story of Another Girl at Play and the idea of giving back to the creative community. I’m compelled to create community… to give back…

Talking with a neighbor recently, she was talking to me about how she used to be creative and her husband is an artist… I’m not retelling the story well but I held such emotional pain for her. I just listened, there wasn’t much I could do.

My heart goes out to the one who has lost touch with their creativity. Picasso said “All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” It is a struggle but it’s worth the fight.

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  • Artist statement

    I’m hungry to learn and it’s through my process of creating that I’m ultimately satisfied. I’m curious about different materials and take on the challenge to incorporate what I’m most drawn to into my work. I’m intrigued to discover the resulting patterns and repetition. As I create, I explore my inner landscape. I’m attempting to uncover a stifled sound. It’s my challenge to express this internal voice through my art and ultimately, boldly, out loud.

    My quest to connect my voice with my work has led me to reexamine my personal history. The threads in my bookbinding and in my collage are entwined in my familial roots. Growing up, I remember a quilt frame my dad made, taking up our entire living room. His grandmother taught him to quilt using scraps of clothing. Years later, I began a quilt when a friend was teaching a class on patchwork. To my surprise, cutting up fabric and piecing it back together reminded me of my work with paper collage.

    As a child I would sew with my mom and what I most remember is the guilt I’d feel as I jammed up her machine. Now, when the threads and material bunch up they become useful fodder for my work. In some ways the threads act as a binding element, as in my books, and in other ways they are a reflection of my internal processes.