My senses are typically stirred by simple things...light, color, texture, smell...though oddly enough it's age that truly awakens my soul. Something about the old makes me feel... new. Something about peeling back layers of history in a forgotten piece of furniture makes me, well... pure giddy. Knowing that I have in my hands a timeless treasure that I can breathe new life into again...so it can live again...it can be shared again...brings me joy.
I never buy anything unless I feel a connection to it. Seriously. I don't buy... just to spend. I don't spend...just to see a return. If it doesn't speak to me...I wish it well and continue on my journey. That may seem a bit odd...perhaps even a little wacky...but to me it's all about the dance. And dance we do.
Maybe it was watching my grandfather skillfully shape pieces of scrap metal into a masterpiece or my father diligently painting miniature figurines where my love of creative energy began. Countless hours as a little girl getting in their way, asking too many questions, talking entirely too much....made me the picker, the painter, the visionary I am today. My love for those two will always be the heartbeat of my inspiration. I keep their spirits alive by continuing on in their creative legacy.
I only hope that one day when I am gone, some of the things that I cherished most will be valued with the same love and respect. Every story has a author, every author has a signature. I prefer to leave brush stokes .
Now, let's get busy.....the day isn't getting any longer.
