An Introduction...

Humans have been making marks from when the first footprint was imprinted in mud... the first bison was painted on cave walls 35000 years ago... the first stitch was made in animal hide for modesty’s sake... the first mark was made on our bodies to define our ourselves and connect us to our tribes... And, here we are now, still creating, globally a race of creative beings... still making our marks... in many outstandingly, brilliant ways...

I remember, as a child, making my marks in the mud... drawing, slapping, building... mud pies a speciality... oozing, wet, squelching and slipping between my small fingers, exciting, yet soothing. Nothing was permanent... and this didn’t matter... just the wet mud... memories of mud...

Many years later I am here, playing with mud, yet again... all grown up... hands wet and sticky, lots of fun... challenging, yet still soothing are the memories of mud. Instead of mud, I play with clay. It’s challenging, demanding... Clay waits for no one. It has its own personality... its own demands and yet, I love it. I love its tactile properties. It feels great, soft and pliable and then it’s fired and permanent, almost a dichotomy... Where did its flexibility go?

I’m fascinated by the marks we make, regardless of the medium. I am excited by the many artforms and processes we use to make our marks permanent in this impermanent world that we live in.

While I ‘play’ with clay, I am not limited by this medium. I love it all... painting, stitching, drawing, collage, assemblage, print-making... Why choose? Do I have to? This blog is a journal of my thoughts and feelings about my struggle to discover my marks that I use to express myself. I have not yet decided whether I wish to specialise in a particular art form yet, but I do know that I am intrigued by the many ways in which individuals express themselves through their mark-making. These range from what appears to be simple organic marks to more intricate and sophisticated.

We are creative beings, whether we care to acknowledge this or not, and I want to know where I fit in this creative, imaginative and inspiring global village we call Earth. What marks will I leave behind? Will they be permanent or will these wash away in the mud, like they did many years ago.

You are welcome to join me on this journey. I have no idea where I am going... no idea of the beginning, or the end... But, it is something I must do, and I will, no matter how muddled I feel, no matter how much sense it makes, or does not make. The important thing is to start somewhere... So I start here, on the web, in public view, but privately too, for mark-making is personal... meaningful to the maker, possibly to no other. No matter though, because I care to share like many before me and many beyond...

My goal is to post anything that is interesting to me; engaging, thought-provoking, that inspires me; that compels me to want to make art. I will try to unpack their meaning for me, to understand myself better, to discover my voice and my visual language for expression in whatever artforms I choose. This blog is a personal journal that I hope will help to make me more accountable to myself to develop my arts practice. I’ve procrastinated for so long now, using every excuse I can muster, but time is marching on, whether I choose it to or not, and I am here, later in my life, years down the track of choosing this art path. So now, I must begin and begin I must, so welcome again.