This last Friday, I had the opening for my very first solo art show. I called it a Celebration of Creativity. I visited the show just after it was hung. Sitting with the art and a pot of tea, I realized why I felt called to name it that. I picked up a piece of paper and used what came forward as my artist’s statement.
I came to know my own creativity through the hands of the women in my family: my mother, grandmothers, and aunts. They never called what they did art; they were crafting life. Cooking, sewing, crocheting, gardening, decorating, and raising families, these were their works. I lost my mom about the same time I was learning to be a woman. These woman crafts became my connection to her. Over time they have also become a way of connecting with myself, allowing me to discover who I am at my core. Showing my art in the month of May, a month when we honor mothers and those who mother us, is a lovely way to celebrate what my art means to me. This show is for my women, for their hands and hearts. They were and still are my best teacher.