You see, names have power in them. They are the sound of what something is, the note that it sounds in the Universe. What it is called will define, in part, what it becomes. What sort of things are produced in it. How it is seen by the world, and in turn, how it sees the world. The difficulty is, like in the story of the spinner-girl and Rumplestiltskin, trying to find out what that name is. She, at least, was Queen at the time, and able to use the kingdom's soldiers to search the Kingdom for his name. I just have myself.
Some things are name by their location (Riverview Mills Studios and Western Avenue Studios). Some, like Dancing Cat, are named by the animals who live there. Some are named for the person, others for the type of art they produce... Me? I think mine reflects both a combination of myself and what I do, which makes it entertaining (there's a reason this blog is named Raven Feathers and Coyote Bones...because that is me). We're wanderers, my art and I... Travellers and explorers through the world. Too nomadic of soul to ever settle, we're forever fascinated with what's up around that next bend in the road. Wayfarers with a serious case of "Ooh shiny!" At the same time, though, we are the woman at the heart of the woods, who has lived there since before Time began, who knows the names of each tree outside her humble home, and who has been mother and friend to generations of the forest's creatures. She, who always has a pot of hot tea and fresh baked bread for the lost souls who occasionally find their way to her door, and sends them on their way in the morning with full bellies and a new, warm scarf to help keep the cold at bay.
How does one distill that into 1-2 words?
