It’s all about the words – ever since I first learned to read I have had a voracious appetite to learn and use new words – always seeking the exact one that would express my intent. Sometimes the words flow; other times they are elusive.
I’ve been involved in the arts almost all my life. Our home was always filled with lively sound – from jazz to pop to standards. Personally, I studied piano (classical, jazz, pop) and did some singing with a local chorus. Music is a ‘must’ for me until this day.
Needle arts – all kinds – came next. Understatement. More like avalanche!
Then I discovered Toulouse-Lautrec and the rest of the Impressionists. This was – oh maybe fifth grade. A life long love affair with the visual arts was launched. This includes an almost obsessive involvement with photography. Currently I am avidly developing my skills as a mixed media and fiber artist and think that just maybe this is the best of all worlds.
Back to words. I remember scribbling down bits of poetry from an early age but unfortunately didn’t hang on to them. Last year (2011) I experienced a life changing epiphany of sorts. One of the results is that I resumed writing. I am finding that by translating thoughts and feelings into words I am able to better focus on underlying feelings and in many cases to dispel or to ease the angst. Nowadays writing is not an option: it is a must.