I was the child who loved to make mud pies, build sandcastles, hold frogs and let the lake minnows bounce off my feet. If I sat on my hands, I couldn’t carry on a conversation – my hands had to be moving for the words to flow. Often, I unconsciously make decisions based on touch – the drape of a fabric, the firmness of a chair, the softness of a fruit.
Today, I am a fiber artist drawn to the tactile nature of my materials. Working with many different fiber textures to create, brings me inner peace. Similar to the hand movements that accompanied speech as a child, hand movements as an artist, help me crystallize my ideas and create art. If you find yourself waving your arms as though you are an orchestra conductor or if you make a grabbing motion in air when you are searching for a word or a memory, maybe like me, you see with your hands.