Recently, I completed a project of the utmost difficulty and satisfied the requirements of my trade, amuse, amaze and befuddle. Am I a magician, a psychic, maybe a detective? Maybe a little of each. When I work, I belabor the difficulty of the materials, the questions of motivation. Am I an artist, what is the meaning of life? I keep working, looking at different angles, upside down, in reverse, different levels of light, surface, and reflective quality. Slowly, I build upon layer, after layer. My process has to meet tactile and health scent tests as well as visual critique unlike this easy made up world of printed words. Human eyes, the window of the soul, the visual sense, sees inward and outward. My process often leads back to the inner critic and the deep psyche, touching upon Carl Jung's collective unconsciousness and creative source. How do I exist on this planet? Am I worthy of the work? Would I have been a brave anthropologist, thorough psychologist, adequate chemist & engineer? Hey, I am doing the impossible here. I am bringing back to life a broken, smashed, has-been. No, not resurrecting a popular media idol recovering from a substance addiction. The task at hand is hiding every trace of what it means to be me. No artistic flourish of my signed signature, no finger-prints, no repeat patterns in color, texture and finish. No inclination that spell out married, female, white, privileged and American. I am a universal human being, doing the do. If it's a mountain I have to climb it, if it flows I have to swim in the waters, I hold myself accountable no matter my enjoyment of hyperbole. The job is complete, the check is deposited, the client is happy! Voila! The restoration job is beautiful, functional and discrete.
I will start in the beginning. Good ol' Mom and Dad, when I am stumped for an idea I hit the reset button.... A long time ago on a east coast beach my Dad courted my beautiful Mother, way before I was even a twinkle in their eye.
Good color is calling to sensitive artists and the joy of life creators. Making a match whether we are talking about men and women or the color wheel, opposites can be complementary. Fiery-orange red set against pale gray blue is magnetic energy. See this Ralph Lauren inspirational color photo below, my father cannot takes his eyes and hands off his beloved. Color theory and love matches made in heaven.
Who am I?
Wife with a career #1 who lives in Los Angeles. Designer/Sculptor who loves virtue through science.
My responsibilities as a professional artist include maintaining relationships with designers and clients as an authentic can-do-creator who delivers on time and within budget. I create original works, prototypes, art-story-series, commissioned portraits for private collectors, commercial design showrooms, film industry, and architects.
What will this blog talk about?
Art, beauty, eco-friendly materials and living well are subjects dear to me. I support others to be well and do well, as I feel good with the support of others who wish me well and success. In other words from the source, author Thomas Harris, M.D. of "I'm Okay, You're Okay". Is a rational guide for living.
With the bravado of a novice, I enter the almost sacred world of the written word, the distinctive area that is abstract, channeled from my soul. I have nothing to fear, I listened to interviews from other writers and I believe it was Seth Godin, who I respect very much, may have said, no one reads anymore, if that is correct, my blog is going to fearless.