Please, We're in the Business of Making Friends...

You see, we don't consider ourselves toy makers... as a matter of fact it shook me up when I overheard my nephew once telling somebody that we were 'little dolly makers'. He wasn't saying it in a derogatory way, just saying it.  


The thing is, I have tried to communicate the same things for as long as I can remember... the overall idea, of which we just barely scratch the surface.  That we just barely connect here... I am often a frustrated artist running through the mediums, but I know that I am always looking for life, real life, filled with love and greatness.  I look for friends and I have always made them... with my own hands; drawings, paintings, multitudes of sculptures out of fabric, clay and debris.  My creations are real to me and they speak to me.  I have used them to connect with others like me.  The most boring looking soul at a craft fair can light up in our booth and talk about the life of his childhood sock monkey.  I love that!  


I want to be taken seriously.  I want to be a 'real artist'.  I want people to find life in my music, philosophies, writings... I want to be applauded and understood... and I am baffled as to why I am drawn to compulsively create things that tend to be so weird (and humorous) and perhaps even childish.  
Julie has joined me.  I don't think that she is any more or less of an artist if she makes baby booties, wall size paintings or simply writes a blog post.
Why does what an artist make always define them.  Maybe an artist is 'simply someone that creates art'.  Simply someone that creates...   

  

Love to you all,
Eppie