It begins….

I have often been asked about my creative process. I will attempt to document my thoughts and motivations here in this space for better or worse. Sometimes I lose sight of why I do what I do. People seem to be very positive about my work, until it comes time to “adopt” one of my pieces. I am sure that whether or not my art sells I will continue to create because I must. The urge to find a new home for these lost and forgotten creatures compels me. But I cannot deny the disappointment that comes with not finding my place in the art world. I have only been working on this project for a year or so, and it requires the mastery of many skills. I am constantly surprised when I fail at a task that I perform for the first time. I am frustrated that I am not instantly an expert in my craft, as if my desire to create should equal the immediate results. Sometimes I think of giving up. Perhaps writing about it will help strengthen my will. After all, the dead will always need a living voice to speak for them.