I believe in the evolution of every craftperson’s or artists’ journey there comes a time when the real struggle is about just being yourself.  You can practice and gain muscle memory.  Take classes and learn techniques.  Buy good tools, and doodads.  But then when you’ve gained all those things….the real true work begins.  And it is work.  The most important work.  Knowing how you feel and deciding who you are and what message you want to convey.  This is where I am in the class (you know of life).  I’m the one in the back row who will raise their hand and answer the question.  That this is what I’m supposed to do.  With my time.  And my energy.  Of course there are people who will point out (mainly my children) that there are other things I could be doing…..socializing, eating out, cleaning.  They have a point.  But they also are unaware of how hard it is to be real in your craft.  Because it takes a tremendous amount of time for me to just be who I am in my art.  Seems silly to think that we’ve covered up so much of ourselves that it would be hard to uncover who we are.  But it is and it does.



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  1. Amen to that. At this point in my life, I feel that I have collected enough memories, experiences, hard knocks to give me a trove of writing material. Not that I will ever retreat and become a recluse writer, but I’m no longer seeking the external, that outside of me, in order to be able to create the amazing. Now is the time for me to draw from more than five decades of living and get it in print. And already, I have the feeling that there will not be enough time to get it all recorded.

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