{ a string of stars. | mixed-media and acrylic © hazelnut cottage, jan avellana 2011 }
it’s kind of interesting, the things that have been showing up in my work as i learn to lean in and listen to my intuition. working this way is like taking a journey to a foreign land, with no map, no compass, no itinerary and allowing the road to take you where it may. there is a feeling of meandering, of wandering, of discovery, both of the possibilites of the materials as well as discovery of what lies within, waiting to be birthed. everything is speaking, if you listen.
lately, it’s been stars. the inner groanings, the thoughts i think as i work--usually into the quiet, wee hours of the morning-- seem to be working out my path in this art world. with so many, many choices to make, my insides are constantly seeking and readjusting to my true north; what is the goal here? what is it that i really want, where i really want to go? and why? what are my motivations? how many of my goals are laced with ego and pride and how much based simply on the joy of creating, of being who God created me to be? and most importantly, is this where love resides?
