As a fiber artist, I look at the parts that make up my art. Each one a whole in and of it's self. Painstakingly learned, with Dyslexia and total self-doubt. I've been looking inside my minds own inner eye, in a Shrink's office each and every week, for the better part of my walking, and even non-walking life. Trying to make the connections, to my souls deep questions, about what kind of design make the patterns that leave me chained to my mind. Taking me away from my artist present. Leaving me depressed and so outer-dependent.
My Soul is finding Her answers, through loving support, and being asked to be heard, and finally being listened to. With such a hard worked on supportive foundation, I am finding the words I've been wanting to express my inner most feelings. I share my findings here with you, in my Souls Love-Letters.
In Pieces, of all their Parts, that I call my very own Art.
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