Movement

It’s funny how sometimes you don’t see a pattern until it’s RIGHT THERE in your face!

I am an Artist, something that for years I would not call myself. I had this negative reaction to anyone calling me an artist, I would quickly jump to the defense and say, ” I am not an Artist, I am just a creative individual.” You see I had met way to many folks that would invade my space, stick there hand out and say ” I am the ARTIST so-and-so.” It took many years for me to realize that these folks had their issues, ( unlike mine, which Rock!) and this was their way of placing a label on themselves which made them feel self important. I don’t call myself an artist for any other reason that I make my living selling my ‘Art’. My Art that may manifest itself in any number of ways. It pays the bills, and helps me work through my ’stuff’.

One of the things I always tell folks is I never make the same thing twice. Oh, sure I will make 200 of these for a customer, but when the order is filled, heaven and earth can’t move me to go back and make a single one again. The order for this restaurant is killing me, I am not done, wish I was, and it’s taking me forever because of technical difficulties. ( Thats Life folks! )

Then this weekend I got some pottery from a store that is closing. I threw these back in 2005. I was sitting looking at them, and it struck me.

( can you see the little cartoon light bulb go on above my head?~grin~)

I may not make the same thing twice, but….

Do you see what I see? It’s a spiral. The same spiral from my inner peace t-shirt, the same spiral from a piece of stained glass I did in the fall. I am always inwardly searching, I am always in this maelstrom, these over lapping circles that are taking me somewhere. So I am shaking my head and chuckling to myself at the irony , and the absolute truth of my own personal movement.

Life is a journey….

and I seem to be posting the same road signs for myself all over the place…