Delisse Vargas

As I form the clay, the clay forms me shaping my spirit. Clay speaks to me in my dreams, in visions, symbols, myths and old stories. My Muse comes, guiding me in the sweeping of my inner hearth, talking to my spirit as the light of Her candle reveals, and then takes me beyond my self conceptions and old conditioning leading me across the threshold of creativity. The intelligence of Muse goes where it is most needed, touching me quite impersonally yet leaving Her mark in a most personal way. She calls me into each present moment of my ordinary daily life, infusing meaning into everything I do.

In the words of Gertrude Stein,

”Art isn’t everything. It’s just about everything.”