Trajectories and Other Tories

I am an artist.

I've always been an artist. It has just taken me a very, very long time to say so. I'm also an activist for justice, peace, and the planet, and a writer and editor, and a rescuer of Doberman Pinschers, a lesbian, a feminist, a traveler, a gardener, a nature lover, and a devoted lover of my family and friends. But at my core is artist. I can't not create.

You'd think that someone as aware of the power of words and as committed to coming out as I am, would understand the grim consequences of shying away from the word artist. You might think so, yet I'm just beginning to recognize them and now, joyfully, to see the changes in my life from saying that awe-ful word out loud about me.

One of the reasons I'm doing this blog is the hope that if I'm transparent about this aspect of my Self, and share my artwork, its progressions, and my thinking about it all, maybe others will find it just a little easier to claim the awesome power of that word for themselves.

How powerful is it? There's nothing wrong with thinking, but it's just one creative medium. Descartes should have said, "I create. Therefore, I am." How very different we would be if this were one of the pillar thoughts of the Western world!

Well, lacking the power to change the world, I must change myself instead. I've just begun.

I've just recently come to see, clearly, that we are all powerfully creative beings. If you doubt it, and particularly if you have a hunch that you are but are afraid to put on the word artist, please drop everything right this minute and go see Tory Hughes. I'll leave it to Tory to tell you in her own words who she is. As for me, Tory is the guide and the healer who first helped me break free of my fear of my own creative power, and then gave me the tools to free myself as needed, whenever fears beset me in my artmaking--or in any sphere, actually.

It's hard to write credible superlatives in a culture where praise is cheap. All the same, if it weren't for Tory's pioneering, world-class achievements as an explorer and artist, a healer, and a coach and teacher, and for a huge generosity of spirit that compels her to share all that she learns, a great many people all over the world wouldn't be doing what we are meant to do. So I begin, humbly and gratefully, with this acknowledgment.

I'll end this introduction with a word about the name of this blog: Handthoughts2. The quotation beneath the blog title explains the relationship between the name and artmaking. It comes from George Nelson Preston's African Art Masterpieces (1991). The 2 in the title refers to a forerunner, a now-retired website called Handthoughts that I once did about beads and beadwork.



One thing I strongly suspect: There are no "coincidences." In the tangled way of this life--and others, for all I know--I found African trade beads in the search for something meaningful and beautiful to use to embellish the saguaro cactus-rib walking sticks I made back in the day.  One thing led over time, ineffably and inexorably, to another, artmaking to beads to polymer clay to Tory and home, at last, to me: artist.

If you're here reading this, it's because I've invited you. I hope you'll enjoy it here, but just as much, I hope you'll share your trajectories with me, too. Thank you for visiting. Please come back.