Feeling profound. Often.

Finding your place as an artist in the world can be a long and muddy process. I am tentatively moving towars CONFIDENCE in my own art making; towards TRUST in my own creative instincts and towards a sense of VALUE in my journey to my own TRUTH.


This poem by Mary Oliver is something I keep coming back to, not only as an artist but as a human being...

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver

Challenging and reasuring. Perhaps.

Thanks for listening!