Am I an Artist?

She sat on the stone steps at twilight looked at the emerging moon. She spoke aloud the question she’d been carrying for some time, “What does it take to be an artist?” Does it take paintings in galleries with large, fancy openings? Is it a book announcing your name on a shimmery spine laid upon a bookshelf? Does it take the right amount of schooling with the perfect technique and style? Of course, what she was really asking is, “Am I an artist?” She realized that children never ask this question. They dare to believe themselves amazing artists and it…

A Landing Spot for Ideas.

rky There I was folding my laundry, in the quiet crevices of a quite ordinary day, when, WHOOSH — she found me again. She, a wonderfully whimsical idea, looking for a place to land. I can’t tell you where she came from, only that I welcomed her. Then, she landed on me gently, like a cool drop of water out of seemingly nowhere, refreshing and surprising all at once. Soon enough, she wrapped me with ribbons of rainbows, strange stirrings, quirky questions, intriguing imaginings. She led me outdoors to where the water lives and motioned, “Don’t be afraid, dip your…