I cherish a good cathartic process.
This of course, covers a broad spectrum of creative experiences. Sometimes I cry – as a result of caring too much. Like when I capture moments of truth with my iPad camera or borrowed point and shoot.
My comfort zone grows each time I draw spontaneously. And when I improvise…I feel confident.
Most of the time, I dance when no one is looking.
As an Instructional Assistant for an elementary school, I strive to teach young women (who’ve been branded as introverted and difficult to understand) how to learn, then share their stronger self with the world. A venture I take seriously.
You see, my dynamic process was, and still is, often misunderstood. And I vow to help others learn how to recognize and voice their process earlier rather than later.
So, at the age of 57, this blog is a beginning. Eventually, I would like this site to be a place of reference and for discussion. Recognizing the creative and misunderstood. Applauding those talented, quiet comrades who possess creative vision, and fearlessly make the effort to be.