It was one of those times when I was little and was expected to sit
quietly that I was given a pencil and a piece of paper to draw on and hopefully
keep still. I didn't draw the pretty little house with the smiling sun. I drew my
hand holding a pencil, drawing on a piece of paper. I think that may have been
my first recollection of art and doing things differently than other children.
My greatest achievement several years later at the age of eight, was winning
a shiny silver dollar for the best Fire Prevention poster. I still have that silver dollar,
and I still love to create, whether it's painting, collage, assemblage, graphic art,
it's whatever muse strikes me. It's not through formal training, but from the greatest
desire to express myself through art. Is it genetic? I don't know. As a child I remember
being in awe of my Granny and my Great Aunt Celestine, her daughter, who were
both such lovely women and accomplished artists, and family rumor has it that there
are paintings hanging in an art museum in Belgium painted by distant ancestors of ours.
For as long as I can remember I've been fascinated with old things,
tarnished things, rusty things, things with a history. I've collected
everything from rusty springs to dragonfly wings. My greatest joy
is to create something with those treasures, to give them a new life
and interpretation. Not everyone understands what I do, but if they
can somehow grasp the feeling that goes into a piece then that's
my gratification.
I create my art not for recognition nor monetary gain, but for my need to create.
Of course the others are a bonus, but like most artists, the need to create is like
the need to breathe. I'm happy and honored to say that my work is displayed
worldwide now. I've participated in several group exhibitions and my work has
been featured in numerous galleries. I would have to say that the best part of
my life now is seeing my artwork come to fruition. I'm exactly where I want to be,
doing what I love to do.
All best.....
Canace
"Use the talents that you possess, for the woods would be silent if no birds sang except those that sang best." Henry Van Dyke