Miss Carol, Carol, meanie pants... I don't remember that much about her. She had dark hair, pixie cut - what I do remember is I was 18 and was told I was not capable of being an artist - because I had lack of perception. I'm sorry - how much did my parents pay for you to tell me that I wasn't good enough, that I lacked depth. Is this what happens to women as we get older - we get angry, old and mean?
Again, I'm sorry - I'm not going to waste my time painting a piece of fruit or a square - I'm going to create what I want to create, when I want to.
Always have, always will. I was in 5th grade not knowing what life was really about. What it had in store for me. To me at that time it was colorful. There was no end to it. It was beautiful. When we needed to be in the house before the street lights went off. Where my sister and my brothers would sit at the table have a home made meal. When my Dad sat at the head of the table and my Mom at the other end, where human Todd and I would glare at each other in despair as if we were going to just hop over the table and attack each other. Crazy thing is - God has an interesting way of teaching us lessons. My niece, just like me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA - sorry human Todd, karma? paybacks? Or maybe, just maybe - the proof, that God does exist.
Did you know there are COLORS OF KINDNESS? And even better, you can find them at the grocery store.
24 colors of KINDNESS! 24!!!!! If only people could be kind like a box of crayons.
It's interesting what can happen when you finally accept who you are. That you can feel the beat, when you stop being embarrassed, when you start listening to the words and start feeling them. All the while knowing maybe your art professor in Drawing 101 at Iowa State University was right - you're not an artist because you lack perception.
But wait! Is there perception in this art? Or precision?
The left piece is Sharon Lewis I believe Acoma and the right is D.Lewis-Garcia Acoma.
That my love is not only art - it's patience, which I'm terrible at.
So, what happens now?
I continue to be the artist I was created to be - no perception, with no precision. Just me.
Always listen - to the beat, to the words - to the music.
As always,
Traci(ee), Tod and Cooper
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