Three years ago, I had a pretty cool dream. In the dream, I was late to a workshop I was attending somewhere in Europe. Not an art workshop, but some kind of hands on healing soiree. As I breathlessly ran to the crowd of people gathered outside an old beautiful building, the young man leading the group turned to me and smiled. He was handsome, tall, and with a warm smile said, "we've been waiting for you". A bit flustered, I tried to compose myself as he came over to stand directly behind me. He raised my arms at shoulder height and turned my hands down to face the ground. He placed his own arms underneath mine, touched my hands, leaned his head into mine, and up we went.. into the clouds. The grey, quickly moving clouds. We were vertical the whole time we were flying. I can remember thinking "this is not how I thought flying would be". Nonetheless, I was stunned, really. Although I was lifted up and supported, I had a distinct sense that there would be some darkness to travel through. A kind of insecurity. What if he let go? Just dropped his arms? Would I still fly? I remembered feeling elated, nervous, and quite determined to keep flying, no matter what happened to the guy behind me. I was paying attention to the incredible landscape below, and feeling the breath of the wind as it became the sound of the man's voice in my ear, "you can do it". How often have I said these words to myself over the course of 30 some years of art making? (Trust me, a lot.) Each time I enter a competition, each time I query a gallery, or call a collector in to view a commission. Each and every time I pick up my brush or pencil..
There is so much in there, we all feel it. It's why we create, to pour it all out, right? An old friend who knows me well just observed of my solo show.."your insides are out". Yep, that's it alright. In spite of no guarantee of anything out there in this art world, what I am counting on are those four little words..."you can do it".