I always wanted to be an artist. My mother painted when I was young, and her painting inspired me to take my first drawing class.
After a professional career that included work for a large global company and several different stints in education, a detour was presented when a friend encouraged me to take a class in clay. I almost didn’t go…there I was, surrounded by 18-year-olds and shaking in my boots. But getting my hands in the clay transported me immediately. There’s nothing like it – it molds you as much as you mold it.
Slowly, it was less and less intimidating and the collaboration of fellow artists has fueled the journey. There is nothing like the rush of knowing my art has spoken to someone.
Art is challenging and interesting. But it’s also the language of the soul…and now that I’m able to speak…I want to participate in the conversation.