Just recently I came to the realization that I had come very close to losing myself. Let me explain. Way before I was a painter I was a storytelling photographer. I took photographs, made them into art and then sometimes wrote stories. Often they were true life stories like the one you see below from Somerset Life Magazine. Other times they were stories I wrote for my blog readers when I was known as Robinbird or Bird Tweets.
How is itI had almost forgotten this vital connection to myself as an artist? It was an astonishing discovery. While cleaning the attic I came across this Somerset Life magazine and randomly flipping through found this heartfelt, true and important story about another artist who had nearly lost herself.
My Lovely Duck has apparently been digging around in the attic looking for red threads to present to me as needed. This one is a most welcome and inspiring thread for me to pull on. My life as a photographer was just as thrilling and interesting as my life is as an artist. Up until now I had missed the crossover journey between the two creative lives. Reflecting upon the years past I am gaining a fresh respect for the passion and love I feel for art. Although I often doubt and question my skills I need to remember and draw upon my gift of inspired history . The story below is for all artists who struggle to hold space space in their souls for personal expression.
May I introduce to you Hillary, my Golden Phoenix. Read on.....
Life continues to present itself as a journey with many crossroads presenting themselves along the way. Choose wisely.
