I wrote the following poem a while back to include with some of my work in a show. Can you see how it relates to many of my pieces?
Time is not always a straight line,
It curves, bends, spirals
Even circles back around.
Do you stand where others have stood?
Walk where others have trod?
Do you leave a mark on time at all?
And if so,
Is it for the benefit of those who will
All my life, at least since I could hold a crayon or a pencil I have drawn. I have also seen the world as a fantastic dance of color.
I came to formal art training in my 40s so I have been making up for time spent on other important things ( I will not say for lost time because it certainly wasn't.)
I am also coming late to the blogosphere but I think I have a few things to share that someone out there might find interesting, useful, inspiring and/or entertaining.
So in the coming days, weeks, months I will get my thoughts down on what used to be paper but is now air.