Sandhill Cranes Migrate
Here in the Midwest this time of year daily we mourn the inevitable end of warm weather. Then a back and forth move to Fall before the chilly, gray slide into Winter. Like most I revel in the kaleidoscopic scene change to splashy golds, oranges, maroons, and other rebellious hues of our Autumn leaves. More recently I’ve come to view the migration of the Sandhill Cranes as another gift of the season.
Personally, I find myself undergoing my own transitional shift this time of year. Becoming more creatively pensive, reflective and eventually reformative, and finally moving forward to new work.
I thought this photo did a nice job of capturing the mood; the cloudy heavens, glints of blue sky and the sweet surprise of a soaring silhouette.
I'm a narrative sculptor navigating her way through the ever-changing currents in what feels like an art ocean. Whether appreciating the calm rhythm of calls for art and exhibiting, or waiting to catch a big wave of inspiration to take me to the top. I just love being in the water.
Formerly a pickle packer, theater major, crisis counselor and occupational therapist with a BA in Communications and a BS in Occupational Therapy, only to discover I've always been an artist.
My work grows from a strong connection to people and a passion for discovering the beauty in ordinary things. I sculpt figuratively in clay, utilizing the female form and women’s themes. Frequently my inspiration is drawn from childhood memories and my own short poems. Like each of us as humans every work is uniquely influenced by the past and present and has a narrative.
Fun and exciting. A bird flying on air always reminds me of freedom and happiness.