CHANGING: The blessing of another Lucy Morgan
Scholarship in 2010, made it clear to me that I was standing on the prayers of
Miss Lucy. I was confirmed into
the Episcopal faith at St. John’s in Sylvia – the home church of Miss Lucy and
Father Morgan. The Bishop told me
that an ordinary person could achieve extraordinary things with God’s
help. I am the most ordinary of
people – a mixed blood Indian girl of color from Eastern North Carolina. Learning printing on clay with Paul
Wandless and Kathy King was a big piece of my creative puzzle because of my
graphics background. I’m walking
out the process of changing from the inside out.
Come Back As A Flower
Mixed Media Self-Portrait (Sculpted clay mask, fabric & digital illustration)
My Journey ~ Part #2 ~ New Day
I was still swimming in the
ocean of uncertainty when I arrived at Penland in 2009. Once again I was blessed with a
work-study scholarship. Renewed
with the knowledge that the weight of the pain of the circumstances of my life was
lifted, my transformation took place in my hands. I discovered relief tile making with Angelica Pozo, and my
hands learned a new way of making that spoke to my soul. I left Penland after Auction, walking on
dry land – no longer swimming in the brokenness of the Blues. I was changed from the inside out. I let go fear and started to live in
the moment of greatness for my life.
I discovered it’s not about finding myself. It’s about walking out God’s purpose for my life. Yes, I’m broken with no more strength
to fight. I’ve failed time and
time again, and every one of the choices I made has led to regret. But, it’s in my brokenness that
I’m “justified by grace,” and with that grace each and every moment is a NEW
DAY!
My Journey ~ Part #1 ~ I Look 2 U
In 2008,
I applied as a scholarship student to Penland School of Crafts during one of
the darkest hours of my life. I
received the blessing of a Lucy Morgan Scholarship, and experienced the
beginning of a transformation in my art and in my life. Penland became the light to illuminate
my way out of the pain of humiliation, rejection, being diminished and stripped
of dignity in a toxic learning environment. It was a struggle to get to Penland that summer. I felt as if I was drowning in an ocean
of pain, with a weighted rope around my ankle pulling me down into the
melancholy blues. The transforming
light of Penland taught me that I doubted my own strength. I untangled the rope of self-doubt,
anger and fear around my ankle, swam up to the light of day and exhaled. I am helpless and broken and with each
and every breath “I Look 2 You”! .... the journey continues ...
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