I spent a good part of my youth and young adulthood in constant inner and outer turmoil. Great leaps of faith and trust routinely led to an array of unfortunate experiences. But, being young and having the energy for it, I pulled it all together, time after time, and somehow, with great luck and support, came out stronger and better. Though I am grateful for those rash decisions because they led to where I am now, experience showed me that my life is connected to many others, and there is no such thing as a solo jump into the abyss. Everyone comes along for the ride. A sobering thought for this mature, yet still adventurous, spirit.
It’s not this:
It’s more like this:
And this is how I can officially say: I have not said goodbye to adventure each and every day, and I still wear my heart on my sleeve. Every morning, I get a chance to leap before I think, with the only negative consequence my own disappointment, and perhaps the odd *sometimes* relevant zinger from an itinerant critic. Just last week, I took apart an entire large abstract piece THREE TIMES, frustrated and crying, dumped it all, began again.
No one was hurt, and I didn’t end up on the street! Yet if and when the effort leads to success, there is learning, there is growth, there is enormous satisfaction and pleasure, and there is the chance to share what is in my heart. ART is the WAY. Therefore, on this day devoted to LOVE, I share with you a range of works I made over the years, which were either leaps of faith, or that speak of love in various forms.
I love what I do, I love where it has taken me, and I love sharing it with you. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Below are trees with their seeds, and tree seeds: Seeds are the product of tree love, yes?
Who says a heart must be red? Trees see it all so differently.
Love bridges divides,
… and occasionally goes into dormancy
It’s intensely biological
The result of opposing, but complementary forces
No container can hold it…. well, maybe this one can?
It can be somewhat undecipherable….
Or delicate and ephemeral….
Or very very risky. I made the wall piece below as a gift for a couple who married in a beautiful quarry. I wish I could say that it safeguarded them both as they took their leap, but it did not. Art can’t do everything.
But there is safety in numbers
And the solace of a box of bonbons, no matter how things turn out.
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