I am often asked if the rest of my family is also artistic and while no one else has pursued the academics of art or a profession in the field, they are indeed a creative bunch. Fortunately for me I come from, and grew up surrounded by, people that interject creativity into daily life. Our beds are covered with intricate handmade quilts, our cupboards filled with golden jars of homegrown sorghum and maple syrup and our homes decorated with all manner of handmade folk art, all inspired by the need to create.
This desire, however, is not unique to me, to my family, my community or my generation. It is a desire spanning the entire experience of humanity, from ancient paintings found on cave walls in France to the mixed media of found objects hanging in my daughters Brooklyn apartment. Creativity defines the human spirit.