I studied southwestern pottery. Here I learned about the tradition of symbols in storytelling and art. Hopi, Anazasi, Navajo, and other native tribal women of the Southwestern desert regions painted what most of us think of as art decorations on the beautiful hand-coiled pots they made for utility use as well as for art and ceremonial purposes. Actually, the designs were like a symbolic language, a TRADITION of sacred meaning. The Indians felt that Grandmother Clay called a person to the art of making pots.. The one called by Grandmother felt very honored to become her hands.. I had a great desire to work with clay . I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I made a fervent and heartfelt plea to Grandmother Clay to let me be her hands and teach me how create her beauty through the clay. I promised I would do whatever I could to honor her beauty way. I felt her call to me. She taught me how to coil, and how to use symbolic meaning in my designs. I learned to paint my coiled pots with earthen slip, how to carve designs into the buttery clay when my pot was barely leather hard. Her instruction seemed to flow through my hands, but I must say; I really had to listen to her inspiring guidance. I learned the greatest magic an artist creates is when they put all their mind, body, heart, and soul in their works. I learned the art of creation. I became a potter, a sculptress, a painter and a philosopher as well. After years of working with the mediums of earth, clay, and paints, I took up the tool of light and became an author, something I dreamed of since I was a child. Thank you Grandmother Clay for teaching me how to use my hands and my heart to CREATE youtu.be/MDLlP4MBG3Q?list=UU0ybItZse0jc5p53FXVDLDw
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