Dictionary.com defines Gift as: "Something given voluntarily without payment in return, as to show favor towards someone."
This is one of my favorite possessions. And for oh sooo many reasons. Hours upon hours upon....hours went into this. This was my very 1st sculpture and I remember being amazed at how it just flowed for me. The minute I found the direction, the mounds of kneaded red clay, that stains absolutely everything, began to change under my fingers. The 25 lb blob began to take shape first at the hips and then at the ribs under a butter knife and spoon, my new favorite tools.
I had always struggled with my painting and simply never felt I was good enough at painting to do much with it. This was more of an awareness than an insecurity. I could see my work compared to others and new I could paint, but something was missing that kept it from being amazing. As a creative person I have always needed an outlet and painting was simply all I knew. I can't really explain this outlet concept, I think you either have this in you or you don't. But, its like....I have to say something, visually. Communicate an idea and an emotion to you, but when I painted it, the message tended to get lost between me and the canvas. This right here though, was different. I meant to say everything that was said right here in this piece. And I've been in love ever since.
This is my gift. I say that with more incredulity than pride as it still amazes me that I can actually do it. Further proof that I didn't come from a mold, and that my future is not from a cookie cutter. I was designed this way.....and I love it.
"Good God, if your song leaves our lips, if your work leaves our hands, then we will be wanderers and vagabonds. They will stare and say how empty we are, how the freedom we had.....turned us up as dead men." -UnderOath
