“ I throw pots
(And the hum of the wheel frees me from stress, and the feel of the
warm, soft clay takes me back to my youth on the farm, where I'd
run barefoot through the mud and delight as it oozed between my toes.)
I mix glazes
(And watch them mingle and flow and I jump for joy when I realize
I can capture that same animation of color with watercolor on paper)
I move watercolors with my brushes and fingertips
(And love how the paints mingle and come alive, and then dry
and freeze their explosion of color)
I collect abandoned stuff
(And the rush I get as I think of how it might be used for my next collage makes
me smile and smile.)
I paste things together
(And calling it art keeps me out of a sanatorium. And, yes, I love to peel the
dried glue off my fingertips.)
I sit in the sun
(and contemplate how through my art I can pay respect to the things that
I am most passionate about: nature, color and animals, and
when I look up, the vastness of the universe refills me with hope and wonder.”