I'm not sure why or where these 'people' are coming from out of my head and into my hands. It's a mystery. I wonder too, about their glum countenances. Perhaps the world is too much on my mind.
But I don't think about it too much-I just sculpt with the paperclay, paint and then decide on the hair and a little of their personalities.
At times I feel I should defend my decision to have 'folk art' included on my business name. When I started trying to make art to sell, I knew I needed a name that would give people a clue about what I was making. I'm not sure folk art is the correct description now, but at the time I wanted to convey some kind of primitveness that I know is part of the art I love to make. I'm just not able to do photo representational art. I am mostly self-taught, starting from childhood. My best teacher, besides my mom, was my high school art teacher. She let me have full reign with my creative impulses and energy. She was an excellent artist, and not that much older than her students.
All this is to explain and beg forgiveness if I have offended anyone by using the term folk art related to my own art. I know I am not a traditional folk artist, but I do admire it greatly. Especially the childlike art. Perhaps my art would qualify as contemporary folk art-but I'm not sure of that either.
I do know that Monnie bean will always be my name because of my great grandma. She died way before I was born, but she was an artist with cloth. My grandma said that Monnie wore colors-she didn't wear flowery patterned fabric-just colors together. That always stuck in my head, that little fact about her. I think she must have been very aware of beauty and able to create beautiful things. I know she was a milliner. I think I still have her photo here on my sidebar.
So, anyway, whatever name my art falls under-it doesn't matter too much in the long run. It makes me happy to share photos and to have a diary of sorts on line of my work.