Path of the Arts

6/12/26

When I was younger, I had a narrow definition of art; paintings, drawings, sculptures… things you would find in a museum framed on a wall or well lit on a pedestal.

In college, I got closer to understanding Art when I relaxed my fixation on the outcome and made clay vessels blindfolded to test the ability of my hands alone or when I tried to translate singular moments of my own life into color, density, and mark.

Truly, I was able to make Art after schooling when I created a blanket out of yarn that I had acquired by chance. I did not choose to make a blanket - the materials presented themselves to me and I accepted the task. I became a vessel through which mundane things could be held and transformed.

This is how I feel about much of my life currently - I am not choosing it but, instead, partaking in what arises in front of me. Any and everything I do can be Art whether it is a stew made of ingredients on hand, a workout composed of movements my body wants to do, or a conversation had by chance from inkling of curiosity.

When I allow myself to notice what calls to my attention and heart, when I allow myself to commit to simply seeing what unfolds, I am always astounded at the beauty and support that surrounds me.

The Path of the Arts is unpredictable and amazing, hard and rewarding, and certainly a path on which I intend to stay.