I wish I could say I was working at my offerings since I was a child, but the truth is I didn’t think I had any ability. I thought the only kind of art worth pursuing was “high art” - elaborate landscapes, complex figures and abstractness. I was also afraid.
At the end of June 2022, I unexpectedly visited Sedona, Arizona, for the first time never knowing such a place existed. My jaw dropped, struck by the heart-stopping beauty, and never closed. Through some miraculous transpirings, I was able to live there for a year. A neighbor shared her travel watercolor kit and some random pieces of thread. I started sketching designs from the many hikes I took, where I had done far more picture-taking than covering measurable distance. My heart must have known then how I would come back to those moments.
That inspiration delights me, haunts me, and won’t let me go. And it continues as I make my home miraculously in another captivating place with spelling-binding details and critters - Big Island, Hawaii. I very much feel the vulnerability of putting myself out there, but so much love for this magical life is convincing me I cannot do otherwise.
c.christensen