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Why do I create? This is a really good question.
I was raised by a wonderful woman who also “created” – my mother knitted like crazy – making stuff for all friends and family. In addition, she explored weaving, printmaking, collage, drawing, and she developed a life-long dedication to ceramic sculpture making. I have one of her first sculptures from 1948!
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So, I tell you these things because there is an antsy-ness, an itchy-ness, an anxiety that spurs me to create. I am not good at just ‘being still’. The joy and excitement of problem solving a visual solution, of putting paint to panel and seeing what happens, of capturing a likeness of a botanical, of having ones eyes follow the folds in a leaf, and having ones hand capture it on paper, of trying something new and seeing what happens — these are the wonders of artistic creation — the process, the ‘What if?’ in one’s mind.
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