I haven't been around here in a while. This month my son will be 18 months old, and my last post was for his inside-out birthday. So nine months. What has been incubating? Well, rather a lot. A year ago, I started opening up to seeing myself as an artist. I have always made things - painted and drawn and hammered and crafted - but a few years of Art as a subject battered my confidence a little (a lot). In my early adulthood I found my way back to creating bit by bit. First through writing. I wrote one book, decided it didn't work, then wrote another. It received interest from a publishing house but they asked me to make some changes. I was too proud, and wanted to try my hand at self-publishing anyway. So I did. Then I wrote another much shorter book. I currently have three on burners. Writing nourishes me, and helps me sort through and claim my past, which anchors me. But quiet time in front of a computer, long hours in which to think and create and dream, is not in high supply for a mother of young children. Instead I found myself walking ever so slowly down the path beneath the trees, or sitting still playing Legos inside. And I began to wonder, maybe instead of taking me away from my art, my children were showing me another way towards it? There are other ways to create. It was a relevation.
The surging feeling of freedom came often, and intensely, but it took a while to understand. I had to first pick up and turn over a collection of insecurities. Why did I want to make art? What would I do with it? What would people say? Would it be good enough? But there again, were my children, taking pleasure in the world, and in their own curiosity. They lived for life's own sake, and created thoughtlessly. There were no consequences to their making and playing. Watching and waiting and breathing deeply beside them, I saw that it looked like a good life. Rather wonderful, in fact.
And so I started making again too. In July last year I warmed up a pot of wax and started sculpting. My style follows organic principles and explores mathematical forms. I seek ways to more deeply connect with the textures and colors of the natural world that is my home. I see tree trunks and wild flowers and streams flowing and lichen-covered rocks and twisting branches, and I abstract them through my own being into artifacts I can hold and stroke and weigh. And with every creation I hear my soul roar. I become a little wilder. I step a little closer to that which I imitate.
My experiments over the last months of 2018 culminated in the launch of an art collaboration between my husband and me in the form of Falconer Art Studios. Together we create sculptural water features from bronze. The world is opening up into a place bigger and more wondrous than I had come to believe it was. I can hear the leaves talking to me, and the rivers calling to me. I am writing more than I have in years. I see new ideas for artworks jumping up inside my every day. I'm working alongside my husband and kids. I think it's fair to say this is some of the most fun I've ever had in my life.
Hello and welcome:) I am a South African artist and mama who believes in mindfulness and living on purpose. I love traveling, reading, yoga, leading our family business, and eating delicious food in beautiful places. And tea. I love tea. Pour yourself a cup and settle in for a read.