Most of the beautiful things I have ever created, came after a period of heart aches and turbulences. It is literally like giving birth, you must allow the old patterns and once safe ground to shatter, and allow yourself to be broken open, eventually from the cracks and wounds, a new life can come to be. It is in the heart ache, we realize that we no longer fit into the old life that we identify ourselves with. A change must be made, we must build ourselves up from the crumbles and pieces, to become new. It can a terrifying experience to break away from the old life, but refusing the invitation is not an option. The old self either shatters from within, or is crushed by outer events.

Three generations of art making women