Every year when the winter arrives, especially as we get closer to the holidays, I naturally go inward and become contemplative. I reflect on the past year - the things that challenged me, the celebrations, the lessons, my relationships with others, and even my relationship with my Art. This is a quiet time for me as I process where I have been and where I am going. I treat my relationship with my Art with as much respect and attention as I would a relationship with another person, for truly that relationship is with my "creative self". I give it quality time every day. I dialogue and "listen", using my intuition to explore what needs to be expressed. I have patience with it, knowing that there are good days and bad days, all having their value. I respect it, for it learns and grows as I do, and has taken me places I never would have dreamed. I never judge it. Whatever comes to the canvas, is what is supposed to come to the canvas. And above all I am g...
Contemporary Folk Art and Spirit Dolls from the Blue Ridge Mountains by Jeanne Fry