Four years ago, I was stressed out. Ok, I'm still stressed out, but now I can find happiness. Four years ago, my father just had his first brain surgery and I had a six month old baby and a three year old to care for. I was stressed and I felt like I was not living my life fully. I had talents I wanted to use, but I was not doing it. It's hard work being a mother of small boys. It's the best work I have ever done, but I needed to have time for my own work. Work that was just about me. I realized what was missing was my need to create. Strangely enough I thought I needed photography. I had enjoyed photography in college, but loved clay. From that moment, I began to move toward acquiring the things needed to make art. In a few months, I found a program that taught people how to have their own business and paid them for several months to do that so that they could become self sufficient. For many reasons my ceramic studio did not take off. I make beautiful ceramic pieces and I still have stock. What learned through that part of the journey is that as a mother, I can't work as a ceramic artist. I can't devote that time to ceramics and still have time to raise my boys. What I do now is photography. I keep learning that the small clear voice we hear in the time of quiet has the right idea. Whatever camera I have with me when I am out with boys become my creative tool. It's not necessarily the camera, but the eye behind it that creates the image. This image is from my new phone. My blog allows me to write. I have written since I was six years old. I have never liked academic writing, but I love to write what is on my mind. I thank God that I live in a time where I can have a blog. I publish my work, even if it's on a small scale and my audience is limited-it does not matter. I am living a full life.
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