I was raised in a family where "making" was a part of our everyday. Maybe what i should say is that i come from creative people. My mother is a miller, and well, the millers are a crafty family. If you get 2 of us together we will make something. Sometimes its through cooking. Sometimes its the over whelming task of cloth napkins. But with out fail, some project is started. As a child i spent alot of time at my grandparents. Not only were they wonderful examples of creative minds, but they were completely supportive and naturing of a granddaughter who often wanted to make something. My grandmother was self taught upholsterer and my grandfather was, what i later learned was a master wood worker. I can remember being about 6 and with my pops help, on a stool using the band saw. If i wanted to cut out shapes and make my own blocks or paint a whole canvas purple, they were right there with the materials, support, and encouragement a creative mind needed.
Fast forward 12 years and imagine this creative mind, (or mess of a 18 year old) walking in to the furniture design studio at scad. I understand what people mean when they say doing something is like " coming home". It was people just like me, professors who understood you, not only as a creative mind, but as a lost college student. It was perfect. The building, the professors, the medium, and most importantly the people. At college i met, well, my soul mates. My love you no matter what, kick your ass when your wrong, tell you the truth, soul mates.
Through all of my education, and growing ive learned alot about my self. The formost being i am a pack animal, when it comes to my making envoriment. I need to be with people who speak my language. People who understand what i want to say, even if i dont and people who have my best interest at heart. I need that. I cant make by my self. It doesnt mean anything. I have no desire to work alone, to be in isloation and alone with my ideas. I am, first and foremost, a designer. That means i sketch and talk and think outloud. I need someone there to not only hear me, but communicate with. With out that communication i just spin in place. Some professors have tried to convince me that creativity is a life of solitude. But im not buying it.
Since college my soul mates have spread all over and ive been blessed to find a couple more. I originally began this blog as a way to reach out with my thoughts. Some how, ive managed to isolate my self and lose this form of communication. Along with that ive stopped making. And well, that just isnt me. Over the holidays i over heard someone say that they "just needed to get jessica back into her art.". I cant put words on how horrible that felt. It was the recognition that someone else recognized how lost i was. It was also the realization that soul mates surprise you. Thank you for the motivation and support. And welcome back...