...but it's so hard to get back. There are a lot of changes going on in my life. C'est lavie.
I find that art helps to soothe my weary soul. Needle felting is still my favorite way to express myself. Although - sadly I can't seem to get enough definition of detail without making it look like some sort of a cartoon. I can imagine my subject themes much better than my hands can create them. So I at least try to capture the essence of what I'm thinking.
The love between a mother and child is the strongest love I've ever known. I first felt this unconditional love with my own mother and then I didn't think it was possible but I feel it even stronger with my own children. As they grow and leave my arms I can't help but miss the years I held them so close. Is it any wonder why I am compelled to recreate this tender feeling in my art? As I was shaping this latest sculpture with my hands...the mother's head leaned, the child's head leaned and as they both leaned foreheads together it brought a smile to my face and I knew it was done.
When you calculate a math problem or a figure out a puzzle or something tangible like that you know when you're finished. But my art is something that ...honestly somethimes I never feel as if I'm finished with it. I want to tweak it here and there and ugh.... I have been witness to some things getting ruined right before my eyes. I've decided at least this time to just let it go imperfect as it is. Simply because it says what I want, much better than I can.