"Creativity is a shapechanger. One moment it takes this form, the next that. It is like a dazzling spirit who appears to us all, yet is hard to describe for no one agrees on what they saw in that brilliant flash...Some say the creative life is in ideas, some say it is in doing. It seems in most instances to be a simple being. It is not virtuosity, although that is very fine in itself. It is the love of something, having so much love for something - whether a person, a word, an image, an idea, the land, or humanity --- that all that can be done with the overflow is to create. It is not a matter of wanting to, not a singular act of will; one solely must."
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes
She dreamed with art.
She dreamed with him.
In sacred circle she sat and provided the fire.
The light came through her flame.
She dreamed with silk and pearls.
She dreamed with him.
Where was he? What had he become?
excerpt from journals
snapshot: detail from one of my silks, circa 2005
