The Goddess Series; A Conversation Across Time

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​Is there a particular age when it's too soon to reflect upon the past…
or too late to imagine the future? 
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Lately, as I approach the Autumn of my life, I've been wondering about that.
Does every season bring its own crossroad?
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The young imagine endless futures.
​The old revisit familiar roads. 

Artists, I think, do both —looking backward while  seeking the  bend ahead.

Recently I revisited a group of sculptures I’d created a quarter century ago.
The Goddess Series, created sometime during the middle of my own Summer, sculpted in clay and embellished with low-fire glazes, metallic leaf, pearls, and semiprecious stones, each figure stands about fifteen inches tall. 

​I can still remember the moment my Muse tapped me on the shoulder.

"Got an idea," she said.
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She suggested I think about becoming.
Not success.
Not achievement.
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Becoming.

Reflecting on how Winter becomes a season of waiting, dreaming, and holding beneath the surface the seeds of what will come. ​

Considering how Spring arrives with its awkward grace—discovering, testing limits, and bumping into boundaries. ​

​Ruminating on how Summer brings its own adventures: responsibility, family, work, love, strength, and the delightful illusion that we might someday have everything under control.

Then comes Autumn.
Not as an ending, but as another beginning.

A season of shedding old skins, loosening the grip of impossible expectations, and gradually discovering that authenticity is a far more comfortable garment.

Over the coming weeks, I'd like to introduce you to each goddess.
Not as an exhibition.
More like a reunion.

Even after a quarter of a century, I don't believe we're finished.
​We're becoming.