I'm 25, packing my car to drive across the country to an unknown.
California.
The only thing I knew back then was that it was where the art world was....it was where my heart strings (sinew, fiber, heart) pulled me.
I was successful there. I was in love. I got married. I was happy.
I suppose it didn't really matter to me so much that I wasn't making art.
Fast forward to a few years later and I'm suddenly in New Jersey, failing, unsuccessful and unhappy.
Depression introduced itself into my life for the first time. I spiraled out of control.
Drug addict, psych ward, rehab, reckless, divorced, unhappy, sad, lost, lonely.
I started making art.
I've spent years pulling myself out of that black hole; but it was in the black hole that I found myself.
It's funny how the two worlds collide and where you end up...
Asheville:
Happy, successful, grounded, healthy, open, kind, strong, independent, still a little lost, still a little lonely.
Making art. It's been 6 years.
Here I am in the throws of creating my first collection of Map Artworks for Asheville. This is why I came here.
I work with maps because I relate to the lines that intersect, cross over and pull us in different directions. My own life has that grid. This body of work needs to tell that story. I-40, I just turned 40 - it's the hardest number I find myself having to write. It has it's own map, it's own direction, it's own compass rose. True North.
True North - intuition. The direction your intuition pulls you is your True North.
I have worked really hard to get to this place where the art, the intent, the intuition and the act of creating are all connected. A 4 way stop where everyone smiles and waves at each other. I am so grateful for the highways and byways, the pit stops and the pot holes that have gotten me here to this amazing mountain. To this body of work; however it may unfold in front of me. I surrendered into the darkness to finally see the light.
I hope this finds you on a similar journey...I do hate to travel alone. xo
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