Artist’s Statement

Once upon a time, there was a Northeast Artist that thought she was a Painter. People came from far and wide to buy her art.  She was happy and content to be a Painter. She wasn’t looking to change. Everything was fine or so she thought. 

Then the corporate gods decided to move her family to the Southeast or Orlando as it is called. After marveling at all the differences between the Northeast and the Southeast (no snow!), she found she was looking at her art differently.

She had always known that something was there, just beyond where the Painting ended. What was tt? What influence did it have on the Painting? It must have a meaning, an effect on what she had Painted. It must make the story whole. She prayed for guidance and she was granted the blessing to become a Sculptor.

As a Sculptor, she can now tell the whole story. Layers upon layers, meaning within meaning, depth where before there was none. But the Sculptor realizes the most important truth of them all, that no matter what, she is another tool, guided by what’s within and without. She can’t take credit for what is, she must just accept her part in the telling. And she never did figure out whether it was the sun, or the Palm Trees or the water (Isn’t it always the water?) that caused this profound insight. Or maybe it was when the plastic bags fell out on her head! It doesn’t really matter how it happened, for it did happen, and there is no going back. The Painter became a Sculptor, and finally became a Storyteller, too.