2017
I hold a secret in my hands.
From time to time, I’d spontaneously work on friends or family intuitively using healing touch. I’ve waffled back-and-forth trying to decide whether to get training in some form of healing arts and hang out my shingle, or continue going deeper into my art.
Not every gift is worth developing in the way one might imagine. Recently, it has become clear that hands-on healing is not where I want to focus my energy.
If there is any kind of healing to be done, it will be through my art. Whatever healing ability I have will find its way into each piece that I create.
Both healing and creating entails pulling aside the curtain of me and letting something else come through. I feel way more vulnerable and exposed creating works of art, though, because when the creative process is over there is something left for me—and the world—to judge.
So as my hands create, allowing everything to slip through them, you can see what’s revealed on the outside–big, gnarly, rough, dirty, and covered with incriminating evidence. But you can’t see what’s concealed on the inside, unless I open them and let you in.