Norma Haas Rosen
All of us humans are made as creative vessels, capable of capturing images, eclectic memory bits and combining these jigsaw pieces to create new objects or performances outside of ourselves. Daily we recycle thought and images collected from the world surrounding us. Like miners, we must delve deep to connect with the creative spark, the light thread that is strung from human to human across the oceans and continents of this world. While our ancestors bless us from above, moving ideas into tangible form make all of us connected.
In the creative process, the journey is as precious as the art that is constantly evolving. Revisiting, reworking and recycling from the past. It is the artist though, with faith and hope, dancing between fear and invention, toes and fingertips, that dares to make a determined statement.
Let the vision come, and the materials will follow. Whether hard or soft, steel or fabric, a pencil, a hammer or a clay coil they all mean the world to me. When I am in the forest, without even a sketchbook, I draw upon the earth beneath me with my toes. Art is for everyone, anytime.