Semi Mild-Mannered Lunch Lady by day
Gourd Woman by night
(Or just please tell me more about this Tracy person & her art)

I’m a self-taught artist living in the Flatlands of NW Ohio formerly known as The Great Black Swamp.   I was born and raised in New Hampshire.  Long story for another time about how I went from there to here.  Cartooning and writing were pretty much my best friends during my tween and early teen years.  I was born into a wonderful gene soup of creativity.  Both sides of the family tree are chuck-a-buck full of creatives and entrepreneurs.  Plus, I was taught that there is more to life than what you see with your five senses. I developed quite The Imagination so I see life a wee bit differently than the average bear.

Gourds happened in 2004.

Life is always talking to us, sending messages and clues. Seeing Gourd Woman was one of those large lighted arrows you see on the highway telling you to GO this-a-away. It was the first time I heard my muses. I mean really heard them loud and clear.  They are triplets that look like Betty White, go figure.

“You could make GOURDESSES! Ha! Ha! Ha! Isn’t that a hoot? Gourdesses!”

She came home with me and I began my adventure with hard shell gourds.  What are they?  How do you play with them?  What can you make?  A new world full of gourdiliciousness opened up.  Plus, who can resist a medium that’s so full of pun worthiness?

Gourds with their scrumptious shapes and curves are perfect for figurative sculpture. They are so much more than a dirty squash with a hard shell. Underneath all that hides a mystical being waiting to be brought to life. More often than not, this being has something to share: a story, a poem, a message.

Gourds help me answer the question, “What if?”

What if those spider webs in the grass are really faerie party tents? What if spiders collect dew on their webs to make dew drop tea? What if they really do watch over webs of lives? That could be a whole new soap opera.  What if there were different types of faeries?  Are they such-a-thing as Spider Faeries?

What if trees whisper to each other in the language of Breeze? What are they saying? What does the essence or spirit of  tree really look like?

What if we had a collective of Goddesses inside that help us embrace our uniqueness?  What if those things we’ve been told weren’t so great are really our magic?  What if we could embody and embrace our inner  She Who.  What would she tell us?  What would she look like?

Gourds help me remember that Life is magical, full of mystery and you’re never ever too old for anything. Did you know The Imagination is key to new ideas, evolution and progress? That’s what I want you to remember: the magic, the mysteries yet discovered within you and to keep asking, “What if?” It changes everything.

The Door Knob
I grasp the cold brass.
What lies behind the doorway?
Magic or mundane?
©Tracy Swartz January 16, 2010