I used to write so often. Daily, in fact. It was a way to understand what was going on in my head and sort out my life. Joan Didion said it best: "I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear." There you go.
These days, with two young sons underfoot (I currently have a Lego creation being stuck under my nose for inspection...), creativity has been relegated to writing out my grocery list in pretty handwriting and throwing paint around on a board when they are otherwise occupied and not trying to eviscerate one another. I'm told that this is the common problem of motherhood when one is an artist, that you have to steal the moments, make them count, and breathe it out when small fingers have smushed some ink across a drying work in progress (sometimes - though rarely - those spontaneous marks offer an improvement).
But my hope by beginning here and putting my art out into the world is that this corner can serve to work that part of my brain that hasn't been flexed lately. That perhaps by sharing with you my process - what is inspiring me, what is confounding me, what I'm thinking of while trying to get my three year old to nap - my own creativity will be further sparked. That I'll continue to figure out, like the venerable Ms. Didion, what I want. What I fear. And how to move through that. So here's to new beginnings and the fact that you can have them over and over throughout your life.
Off I go.