“My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend
to end up there.” - Rumi
i recently discovered a statement made by georgia o'keefe. she speaks about how she physically burned all work prior to that we can now identify as her art. i began thinking about how i can metaphorically do the same thing. create a burned, charred ground perfect for becoming more of who i am but in a different direction. the one year haitus from shows i'm taking to spend with my art has proven to be quite challenging. creating for the sole purpose of well,...creating. no destination in site just journey. stirring my purpose, my spirit, my creative juices, planting seeds for what's to come. it is not the lack of ideas but the abundance of too many. forcing myself to edit myself visually. i suppose one way to do that is like georgia o'keefe and throw it all out and start fresh. i think there is more of a bridge from where i was... to where i'm going and instead of burning it completely down, unable to go back, i may just keep the creativity bridge in tact.
"i didn't choose art, it chose me. I came into this world ready to create and every day I have breath, creativity will abound...sometimes if only in my own imagination"~kottavei 2012
this has been a week of imagining & contemplating the possibilities. i'm finding that when you have the ability to do multiple things that editing is very important. i have nine avenues i want to take & explore with my creativity but simply put, i have to start with one. love it. develop it fully then see if it takes me down a light filled road. and should i follow my creative intuition and it lead me to a dead end.... i'll just turn around, go back and retrieve the next idea waiting to be loved.
this first week of 52 spending time with my art has been eye opening to me. i realized that sometimes you have to finish to start fresh. finishing is part of the process. day one was counterproductive. no art was made in the process of looking for myself. then i got a burst of energy and cleaned the art studio. so a clean space is vital in the producing of new art. right? ideas are running a round in my head like birds fluttering. finding ways to make my inspirations mesh. finding ways to make the mediums i choose blend into one seamless visual cohesive piece of visual wonderfulness. in the discovery process i found brokenness, decided to repair me then see what my inner self has to say to my outer creativity. what art will i manifest while being honest and telling my truths? note to self: don't look back we're not going that way!
so i've decided to take some time off to spend more time with my art..... as of july 1,2012 i am claiming a year to delve deeply into to who i am, what i want to say and how to say it visually as an artist. it's easy to get lost in creating a livelihood and paying bills. i had to remind myself that the art i make is for ME first and foremost. the goal is to create those things i wish to. however, i'm always happy and appreciative of those who enjoy it! i will still be selling all the current work listed on the website and there may be a few new pieces added here and there. i will still continue to paint live for my community of poets & musicians! i do look forward to what the next year of creativity brings! all the days of discoveries and days of angst. they will be part of the process. part of this journey. "i am a quiet spirit with a loud presence"~kottavei 2012
"even when surrounded by others, some paths and journeys are meant to be traveled alone. you can't force companionship in these moments"
“Art is a process, not a product.”
MaryAnn F Kohl
so!... i've been told that i have a beautiful mind...not so very different from the movie of the same title....i concur that i don't think like the masses. i concur that i process what i see, hear, touch, taste and smell unlike most. i concur that i'd rather create than sleep or eat. i concur that my imagination is my favorite place to spend quality time. i concur that i can make wonderfulness from barely anything in a MacGyver like manner. others call me strange or not normal...WHAT does THAT mean anyway? no such thing exists...."normal people scare me!" when you look at me and see an oddity,
i see an artist.
but... i must admit it. i've been slacking on my blog but life happens in the most unexpected ways. i've been moving forward and pursuing dreams and an amazing thing has happened. the universe is facilitating it. i ask and it comes. ok, well, the million is not here quite yet but the phenomenal creatives are! poets, spoken word artists, musicians, visual artists, curators and just beautiful people. some even strangers. one such day i was standing in line in the store and after a brief conversation, this gentleman told me i had "...beautiful intellect". BEST compliment ever! as for the direction of my creative self, lovingly named, inner child, she is thriving. i am paring down to grow. sounds crazy but makes total sense. don't reduced sauces on food taste better because the flavor is more concentrated. same concept!
i feel humbled to be doing what i love for a living creating....
what i've been up to
“i do not attempt to be a particular type of artist. i create in any medium based on my current inspiration. everyone and everything i encounter has the potential to become art”. rarely will the global female figures i portray be in conjunction with another. i attempt to divulge who we are in our solitary moments , inside our own skin, inside our own minds and deep within our psyche . expose the unrevealed portions of our inner workings that we rarely serve up to others. show women and girls as we are in spirit. what does the spirit of a women look like when interpreted as living and inanimate objects and thoughts? understanding the dynamics of a solitary figure in relationship to very little or nothing at all. it is my intention to show the everyday woman as an icon. my art may come across as unpredictable but it is my wish that i retain my childlike wonder.
for the majority of my life i have pursued my visual art talents and somewhere along the line found I have the gift to alchemize words into something phenomenal others want to read. the process of writing for me is a wish, a meditation and a prayer all rolled into one. i fell in love with the limitations and opportunities found within the traditions of haiku, however, i also write in free form.
i love tedium. all those traditional arts that have fallen by the wayside due technological advances, i LOVE doing. cross stitch, embroidery, smocking, miniature dolls, knitting, crocheting, quilting by hand, baking from scratch, basket weaving, etc...there is a solid pleasure for me knowing i made something from very little....
i've been feeling somewhat broken lately. not completely shattered but close. change and growth are those ineveitable things that happen....but all at once!!! it's almost as if i'm being completely made over. all the sure footing i thought i had has shifted. what does one do but adapt. i dislike 95% of the art i've done up until this point, which means i need to study and regroup. reevalute my processes, materials and techniques. i need desperately artistically for my eyes, hands and heart to agree....
one of my natural gifts is the passion for doing what i love. when i am in the middle of creating art and bliss sets in, my light shines bright enough that people want that same feeling. i also take the time to find out what people love. i NEVER ask anyone what they do for a living instead i ask “what are you passionate about?”
most times i do not understand the depth of my own creativity. when god built me, i am amazed at the storehouse of creativity that was poured in. people tell me they would like to be a fly on the wall inside my brain for one day...well, me too. in my creatively induced haze most of the time i don't know i've been on an artistic vacation until i return from what it was that i was creating in the first place. it is a wonderful surprise every single time a butterfly of creativity comes to me or a solution to a problematic process appears. just yesterday i was sharing with my son that i can write any word upside down, backwards with both hands creating a boxed mirror image. this is how my brain works. is it normal? who cares....it allows me to be who i am supposed to be with no apologies...