I M Perfect lady

Art as therapy is something that is an interesting adventure.  The piles of things I make often represent the outcome of channeling my anxiety or perhaps waylaying it.

 

Art in itself is odd.

Being called an artist odder still.

 

I am drawn to doing things with my hands – but it mostly feels like my body and soul need to make things.  

 

Not just things; but things that carry energies of joy and feelings of love.

 

When I was unpacking for the Art Show – I said over and over "Oh I love this one." It was like I wasn't there when I made it.   

 

Expressing my feelings in art – is perhaps getting in touch with the feelings I had long been detached from.  It is like my body now craves being surprised by the things my hands create.

 

When I am working, I decide things by feelings.  The colors and the designs in the fabric that seem to dance together are what I love.  There is magic in pairing certain colors together. 

I still feel like a beginner and I have been sewing art quilts for over 20 years.

 

It mostly feels like I am selling my lessons or what I am practicing on – and that I am working towards a goal I cannot see.  Mostly I am present with my art and where it is at this time.

 

As my art continues to weave and change – so do I.

 

The energy that comes forth in my art – refuels me.

I am grateful to make art.

I am grateful it makes my body feel joy and it tickles me.

And grateful that others see what I feel and even more take my art home with them.

Being an artist is more of a feeling than a label.

 

Second to doing art, is enjoying the art of others. I love when I am surprised and made to feel something when seeing what others do with their hands.

 

Art carries a feeling – a message from a soul.

I looked up the definition of "Artist". 

"a person who creates art (such as painting, sculpture, music, or writing) using conscious skill and creative imagination."

I agree the combination of skill and imagination is what make the magic.

There is a quote about "Worry is a poor way to use your imagination."  Doing art give my mind a better way to be used.

 

Often instead of thread of worry, I have piles of un-made pieces I can't wait to do.

My aunt whose sewing machine I inherited when she passed away – used to worry that she would die before creating all the ideas she had.  I get this.  And the more you do, the more ideas grow out of nowhere.

 

Art is a therapy for me, it keeps my wandering mind entertained. 

And maybe I am creating images that bring me love, peace and joy.

 

Artist isn't about me – it is about what comes when I follow my imagination.

I am inspired by others and use their ideas and make them my own.

 

I don't take being an artist seriously; but I do making art.

My life is better when I find the time to do things that bring me joy and excites my imagination.

I feel that my soul speaks through my art.

In looking at my art, I love my soul.

I love the playful colorful joy it expresses.

Perhaps my soul has a name – it's called artist.

 

( I have been going through old pictures – deleting them to make room on my devices. It is fun to see the older ones.)