Confectionary

When I was giving one of those "go interview an artist" interviews, which usually starts with my vocal distain for the title "Artist", and my diatribe on art as service, the seeking of art, craft as art, art as medicine - which I am sure I will get back to at some point....

She asked the "If you weren't you, who would you be or what would you do for a living? " question. Since I turn 50 this year, I have decided that from now on,  all answers must be pulled from previous material, cause at this rate we ain't gonna get to the wonderful spot in act 3.... So, my new persona would be the spirit of Danny Kaye, the eye of Walt Disney and the occupation of Sugar Sculptor. I ADORED working with sugar in the recent past, and can not wait for an excuse to play with the dangerous yet magical substance again.

Let's start at the very beginning

I have no problem imagining, seeing, drawing, painting, sculpting, speaking, calculating, directing, and 57 other obsolete or quant skill sets, yet allowing myself to write is daunting and stilted and scary. Yet we have more words than ever, and people spewing their guts is as common as coffee.


Maybe it is my generation. The computer, internet, cell phone, digital everything  - are all things that happened in my adulthood. To be published meant something totally different then. 
It is wondrous that the world is once again flat, but I was trained to walk on a ball.

Ok. I made a start. That is a beginning.

Yes, I am in the development of several projects - working deep. Gathering bits. All for the Fall and Holidays. The late snows help me stay in winter mind.