Sisters-poem

Copyright 2008

Eyes meet
Across cave fires in the time of the ancients.
Eyes meet
across crowded supermarket lanes today.

The message is the same.

I understand.
I understand what it means to be a
Daughter
Mother
Grandmother
Aunt
Sister
Wife
Woman.

I understand because I, too, am
Daughter
Mother
Grandmother
Aunt
Sister
Wife
Woman.

Maybe you are all of these roles
And I am simply one or two

By blood or choosing it’s no matter.
We are sisters
Not because we understand each other.
But because we are each other.

WELCOME

Art has always been a priority in my life; I never decided to become an artist, it seems I simply always was. I create art because I must. A nighttime painter, I work when the moon is high in the sky and the world is quiet. It is in these few stolen moments of solitude with my brushes and paint that I create on canvas, but I am continuously creating in my mind. I paint pictures and write stories and poems in my mind long before I commit them to paper or canvas. I have juggled art and writing for many years, giving in to the pull of each as it comes along. I also enjoy creating jewelry out of found and natural objects, (most recently being tiny glass beads, corn kernels, and shells); sewing; reading; knitting; teaching art; playing with my son and drinking coffee! Mmmm, coffee…