A few months ago, Alison DeLuca and I swapped blog posts. This is the piece I wrote for her blog. Sometimes I'm asked why I do the things I do and this is the best way I can describe it, so I thought I'd share the post in full on my page as well. It's like a private look inside my mind....
I am a Creator.
It’s in my DNA. The way my mind is always three steps ahead, how my eyes focus on the smallest of details, the deftness that resides in my sensitive fingertips. It’s been passed on through my gene pool and governs every cell of my body. There is no way to escape it, and even if there were, I would never consider doing so.
As an artist, I have experimented with and enjoy every medium I literally lay my hands upon—paint, photography, fabric… But, I must confess, for the last ten years I’ve been possessed by a particular love affair with dirt. The very idea of feeling something as deconstructed and basic as clay—squeezing it between my fingers, sensing the raw earth and its hidden potential—and knowing I have the ability to shape it into any form my heart desires, is an inexplicably magical sensation. I feel like a sorceress wielding an ancient secret. Sometimes I hear the clay speaking to me, whispering what it wants to become. Other times the clay is shy and submissive as I take all control.
As an author, I see letters of the alphabet as I do grains of sand. The letters form words, and the words become my medium of expression. Just as I can imagine a beautiful finished bowl before I even spin my wheel, I can also see the story I want my words to tell. And just as my clay might guide my hands, at times my characters decide their own fate. Although so very different, pottery and writing, to me, are one in the same. Making something from nothing. The end product, an extension of myself. My creative offspring.
This is how Creation represents the human connection. During these brief moments, we share a unique bond, become part of each other’s lives, the loops of a knot reaching further and growing stronger. We share the human experience. It has always been that way, from the beginning of time and will be ‘til the end. Without this symbiotic relationship, we would simply become…inhuman.
And so, because it is in my blood, because it is my calling, I follow in the footsteps of those before me, leaving behind pieces of myself to be studied, admired, cherished, critiqued, dismissed and even destroyed long after I have left this earth. I do this because I am a Creator.