…following
the breadcrumbs
by moonlight, starlight,
stepping stone;
gath’ring up raven feathers
and old coyote bones…
There was, and
there was not, in an old pine forest very far from here, a river. This river, wide, deep, and old, had a
daughter. The river’s daughter, being
half river, was an odd, fae sort of girl, ever-restless and prone to wandering…
A little about me: My name is Melissa, and I am an artist. I’m also a massage therapist, Reiki practitioner, office geek, larper, squatter, dreamer, poet, photographer, musician, writer…the list goes on. I hate labels, really. They remind me of boxes, and I don’t want to live in a box. As it is, I do more or less live out of a series of boxes labeled things like “Books”, “Appliances”, “Décor”, “Pots and Pans”, etc. I don’t recommend it.
In the fall of 2010, I was reminded that Nanowrimo was coming up, and being an artist, jewelry-maker, and generally creative person, I decided to give myself a little creative outlet and do an arts and crafts version of it. My plan? One piece, any medium I wanted, a day to be posted on my personal blog site to keep myself honest. If nothing else, it would give me something useful to do, after I finish resume-spamming in the morning (I was unemployed at the time). Then I had a new idea (that unemployment thing made plans change a lot. It was annoying). I would set it up as an experiment in creativity, humanity, and maybe a way to pull in a few dollars here and there. Get a new blog, set up a donation button, and go. See what happens. All pieces, unless stated otherwise, would be for sale. Donations accepted for folks who want to help support a starving artist try and regain her life, her soul, and feed her cat from time to time.
So, here I am. Still wandering, still exploring, finding new things along the way. Occasionally wandering off down random side roads and half-hidden forest paths.
For a better idea of what, exactly, I DO as an art form, I strongly suggest checking out the first post I wrote around here. I'll even be helpful and give you a convenient link, 'cause I'm nice sometimes. ;) So, without further ado...
An Artist without a medium (almost exactly unlike the man without a country, or the horse with no name).
