Linda K.

Writing an introduction makes me uncomfortable, which explains why mine is the last posted. I could list careers and accomplishments. But that’s what I’ve done, not who I am.

I have forgotten who I am.

I have also forgotten, as in abandoned, the dreams I once had. The passion for helping others traverse the bridge from dogma to spirituality…that’s gone. The drive to succeed in a man’s world…that’s gone; well, that’s a good thing. The dream to see my books stacked up in the front window of a bookstore…that’s so far behind me I’m not sure it will ever catch up.

I did needle crafts in my younger years but I didn’t consider it art then.

It wasn’t until my 50s that I dared pick up a paintbrush or attempt a monoprint. It was another ten years before I accepted I had talent. It was another five before I let go of needing anyone else to like what I created. Now, at 67, I am homeless, again, and therefore I have a perfect excuse for ignoring my creativity. For three months I’ve been renting successive Airbnb spaces, which absorbs 95 percent of my fixed income. Thank goodness for food banks. My luggage contains a small amount of art supplies. In my assignments you will see alternatives to such things as full-size paper.

When I do do art, it’s all over the place. I can’t even decide on one type of mixed media. In a 10x10 storage container are bits and bobs of… Collage. Hand prints. Dyed fabric. Photography. Acrylic abstracts. Digital abstracts. Watercolor abstracts. An unfinished trilogy of acrylic abstracts combined with photographic transfers on 12x12 stretched canvas. An unfinished trilogy combining shibori, handprints, embroidery and beading, begun to honor the Year of the Horse. An unfinished pentalogy collage of ink-dyed paper and text to honor William Blake’s line “As a man is, so he sees.” 

My goals from this course stem from Jane’s core concepts: discover my style, dare to be authentic, find the strength to become strong, finish something, and going forward, want to do art daily.

Linda Kenny, January 11, 2017, from snow-covered Battle Ground, Washington