Big artists create big art. One is drawn to comprehend and humbly grasp it; it helps us grow and carry out the inner work of our soul. But we also need to see beauty in our daily life — something bright and shiny. Or something fun and cute. Or warm and fuzzy — something we can hold so close to our body, or something we can put on a shelf and glance at it when we are sad. Something that can put a spark in our eyes any day — and melt the heart.
Sometimes the work of a great artist remains cold. Yes, it may be beautiful, majestic and filigreed, all the while appearing soulless. It may resemble the immaculate work of Kai as he fashioned the word “eternity” in the Snow Queen’s palace. But a child’s work, albeit unskillful, may usher in a sea of warmth. It is real, filled to the brim with the joy of being and the celebration of creation.
My pieces are like this. They are all alive and genuine. They may appear simple, imperfect or resemble a compound sentence. But they are talking with you, hoping to bring you joy.
They all turn out to be different. I think of my studio as a summer camp of joy : )
