Deb Komitor - Begin Again

Art, you have been with me over 6 decades. You entered me in the womb and I came out left handed and right brained. So much time was spent with you coloring and making little villages out of sticks, leaves, and pinecones under the trees of my youth. You were the outcome of an imaginative mind, through crazy creatures and creative stories. You were my high school prom date. Always available for me and ready to explore. You helped me communicate the joys and darkness of my soul. You expressed what I was feeling before I felt safe feeling it. All those emotions surely would have exploded within me if it hadn’t been for you Art. You sat with me when I was lonely. Waited for me when I was depressed or sick. You never gave up on me even when I felt like giving up on myself. You helped me create worlds of hope, explore the light in the darkness and express the magic of nature.

When cataracts took over and my eyes were failing you kept me going with little pen and ink drawings of remembered trees. When my hands got stiff and swollen and I couldn’t hold a brush you waited for me. You fed me ideas and plans for this show. Though I was fearful that you had left me forever, we found our way back together like old friends catching up over tea. You showed me the many forms that you Art, take on. It’s not just something created in the studio. It’s in my garden, in my baking, in my relationships, in my thoughts,  interactions and  in seeing the beauty of each season. Art, you are in everything everywhere. I wasn’t sure how to move forward but we experimented together. Some things worked some things didn’t. It took me awhile to find myself again. And when I did, I was right where I had left me, with you Art, by my side. And so, we begin again…