I do not consider myself a writer. In high school or college, I would get “Great idea, but you need to go farther.” as the comment accompanying my B or C grade. So, after working tirelessly on those creative writing papers, (more than twenty years ago) and not receiving guidance on how to go farther, I gave up. Sadly, I joined the ranks of those people that say “Oh, I’m not creative.” or “I’m not good at that.” and never tried. I shied away from an art form I truly admire.

Back to present day. I have joined a ten day writing challenge. My musings will be primarily centered on what drives my creative self. I am entering an uncomfortable place. I have to dig deep and find courage.

Day One: My Essence…

Wow! that word is so BIG! Why do I create? I have since, probably middle school, been attracted to different media and materials. I always loved trying something new. I grew up doing gymnastics and participating in every music group or music opportunity out there. My mom was a professional flutist and also sang at church. So, when I diverted from music in 11th grade, to take an art class, she said “Why? You don’t need the credits.” I didn’t, but the attraction was in the experience of doing something new. Gymnastics taught me to push the inner boundaries of fear. So, unafraid, in my 30s, I took up fused glass. Glass has my heart. There’s so much to learn about this medium with an ancient history. And, there’s so much that can be done with it.

Creating art has always been cathartic for me. I can get lost in my head, sort out problems, pour my emotions into my work. I have been guiding children as an elementary art educator for 20 years. I want my students to look at art (any art form, not just visual art) as a way to find who they are, to have confidence in their abilities, to be an expert, as only they have walked their path and can bring their experiences to the world. My art is my gift to others. Each piece, whether it is my gallery work, or my fine craft, has my love and light in it.