Art in any form is beautiful and divine. It is an expression of the soul and a feast for the eyes.
When you work in a high-pressure world and that world rotates at high speed, every one of us needs a release and a form of expression. For me that is my art.
My family was filled with artists, each one of them unique in their own way. Whether it was my Grandmother sketching cats and cows on a note to tell us where she was on the farm, my Father creating planters out of tires or cutting the grass in a pattern, or my Mother teaching art and creating it both at school or at home. Art could be seen in the curved eves of snow or icing on the cabin and was expressed in the rock work placed all around the yard.
Everyone worked to make the world a better, more expressive, and happier place – for themselves and for others.
Although my early art works on the wall behind the childhood bedroom door were never seen as making the world a better place, the seed was sown, and it was the beginning of my own creativity.
That unique creativity and my continual drive to make the world a better place is expressed throughout my work, and here in my play – My Art.