Why Words?

Hello Art Lovers (or maybe just lovers)

Art to me isn't limited to creating sculptures in my studio. I love words. I've always loved words. In fact, at one point I thought I would be a writer, but of course, words weren't enough to feed my soul. It's never just one thing that does - Its many things. 

It all started when I was a child, before I had the physical ability to create sculptures with my hands and before I understood what I was able to achieve with my hands. I had journals, and many many of them. All piled underneath my bed. One on top of the other. Things I couldn't say out loud but also surprisingly not afraid that someone might read them. Perhaps a part of me wanted that - someone to open and read my journals and finally understand what was happening inside the mind of little Lina. I'm sure they did read them. I'm also sure no one cared. 

Writing is a form of art, we all know that, and to me words and my art go hand in hand. I can't just post a picture of my work without writing about her story and her journey and who she is why she came about. It's another way of connecting with the world. 

I hope to use this blog as a cathartic outlet for me to share my thoughts and feelings with you. 

Like the many journals piled on top of each other underneath my bed as a child, but this time you have opened them, read them and maybe you even care a little. 

Lina.