resolution.

 

Last week I visited my childhood home in chilly rural Michigan.  While searching through a closet mausoleum I found a stack of forgotten sketchbooks.  Seven of them in total.  I pulled the small stack from the forgotten depths of the guest room closet and was visually delivered into my creative escape.  I paged though them many times.  I marveled at the color choices. Lightly fingered the textured pages.  I pondered the text and phrases that I had written.  I was completely enchanted.

There was a time in my life when drawing was queen.  The act of mark making and the desire to create line was all that I creatively needed.  I made books filled with carefree experimental drawings that reflected my own personal time and place.  When I did not have a solid place to call home a box of my sketchbooks traveled with me. Like a mother hen, I thought I had gathered them all into my safe keeping.  They were my home.  They were my place.  They were all I needed.

I have made a resolution.

I will make drawings again.

(wish me luck)

wish me luck

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cloudy day mug

i have posted work on the giant unforgiving crafty site known as Etsy.  it is a world that is totally and utterly foreign to me.  i love being a maker.  i don’t love being a seller.  now that i have pots posted in my small shop on Etsy i wait like a fisherman, silent and hopeful, that someone will find my handmade functional wares and make them his or her own.  i know that these objects will not disappoint.  they will make anyone’s life better and stronger for that matter.  i will stand behind this work with all of my being.  but that isn’t enough. i have to convince the world of Etsy that my work is first, it is important and it is worth thirty bucks.

christmas is coming folks, buy my handmade wares.  & wish me luck

https://www.etsy.com/shop/EricaPassagePottery?ref=hdr_shop_menu