People ask me all the time,
"When you are working on a piece, how do you know when it's finished?"
It's when it finally finds its home
- Sandra Meyer
Her Story . . .
My art came from some unexpected circumstances.
As far back as I can remember, I was always drawing on everything. I drove my poor family crazy, because I drew all over their stuff all the time. I drew on the walls, floors, and counters. Everywhere. Constantly making marks. My marks. To express what I deeply felt. It felt good, in spite of my family’s complaints. So I kept going.
“That’s was fun, I want to paint another one”.
Finally, my mother bought me a few paints of my own, and some canvases.
And then suddenly there were
horses, flowers, and friends
. . . a little girl’s world.
Funny how some things never change.
Her Studio . . .
It’s where seeds get planted and things grow, harvesting into a life of confidence, grit and bravery. It’s where life blooms before me, in front of an easel and share it’s amazement and wonder. Baring my soul in such a way, I honor every moment of my life's past and present. All its joy and tears. All its blessing and regrets. It’s a place of pure honesty.