My secret Garden thrives

[Eleftheria]

There is a place inside of me I do not let anyone into. A place only I have the key and know where the threshold is. There are those that do not even know this place exists. I barely do, if for moments I forget this place inside. I never forget for long though. It is in this place that all my creations are born. It is in this way that I am able to communicate to the outside world that there is something going on on a deeper level. There are images in here...there are pictures....there are feelings....that all scream to be let out and the only way to let them out is to give them a form. So I create. I made dolls. I made wreaths. I made mobiles. I made and made and made. I crossstitched...I photographed....I wrote.....I wrote and wrote and wrote.
This place is never ending. It is a home away from home. I guess having visited it so often and being the age that I am I will always go there. If I even think of shutting down I feel a piece of me die. I guess I have a gift in this place. I have a kindred there....even if this kindred can never really speak to me on a human level....I feel its presence. And when I am creating it is as though I am one with this feeling. This place has been in me since I was a little girl. It is this that has separated me from other people.
I seek to be united with the world now. My way to do so is through my art. When I have shown finished pieces they are loved. Of course, and why not? When so much love goes into a creation it is bound to be loved in return. This place I seek refuge in is full of love. It is my perfect secret garden. Whatever emotion whatever expression I seek it is there....I only have to look within and go.

[Diane Stafford]

What a lovely insight into your experience of creativity, that special place that brings you to doing what you love and being happy there. Yes, come on out and share what you have created in your secret garden, art can touch many people in different ways.
warm wishes
Diane