Starting Over

   I call myself a maker. I make things. Things I hope people will find beautiful, useful, desirable. Things that in a sense are my legacy. Others have labeled me an artist. At the end of the day, all I know is I simply must create things.
   Several years ago my world turned upside down. My husband, after a seven year battle, died of bladder cancer.I was in the last stages of grad school, finishing my thesis work. I almost gave up, but I knew, for him, I had to finish. The work was important to me as it dealt with the contradictions we as humans face every day. Life and death, heaven and hell, truth and lies, good and bad, light and dark etc.... The work is what got me through the heartbreak of losing my partner of over twenty years. My thesis show was a success. I survived. I made it through the darkness and arrived on the other side of a MFA degree. That's where it almost came to an end. I had no idea where to go from there. Still don't some days, but they are fewer and farther between now. 
   Fast forward to today. I have since remarried, moved to Rockford Tennessee, manage my new husband's original hard rock band, work as a photographer and am building my new studio. Life is full again, but the creating is coming back at a slower pace than I would like. I am hoping that through this blog I can regain my momentum and once again find my voice in my work. 
​   So welcome to my journey. Here is the start of my new studio.