I love art in all its forms—writing, drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, jewelry, singing, fashion, dancing, acting, even cooking. Some I dabble in much more than others, particularly writing, drawing, and fashion.
I’m not normal, but I’m really not that weird either.
My art aims at whatever my fancy is at the time. I seem to go through phases of similarly themed work before I dry up, get sick of the fad I’m in, take a long time for writer’s block/artist’s observation to wash over me, and then I’m on to the next motif. At times, I try to make my work something that will hopefully transcend the ages. Other times, I just want to write about what I’m feeling or going through or thinking about.
I realize the second approach may not always provide the most transcendent work, but since no person is an island, my fond hope is that by sharing my experiences I can touch another’s soul and offer them sympathy, empathy, joy, nostalgia, food for thought, or inspiration.
What is most important to me is that my work is either found inspiring and thought-provoking, or that it is found relatable and speaks to the soul.
By the way, sometimes I’m funny, too.