I have lately experienced anxiety and fear-- terror -- over the commitment to art and to naming myself “artist ”.

But when I consider the alternative of not doing, or not entering, or not naming - well, there isn't a choice.

My mother was a true artist.

She was expressing herself without regard for whether or not anybody would like it, whether or not it would be sold.

She was a dreamer, a powerful dreamer.

Her content is universal.

It goes beyond the borders.

You can't pigeonhole this artist because she just did all of it.

Sara's work, with the simplest of brushstroke gestures, embodied tremendous amounts of emotional weight.

She worked in oil, she worked in acrylic.

And she was very involved in journaling.

You know, you see her dream life in these journals and they're just fascinating.

There's a lot of great clay artists, but Sara was one of the greatest, in my opinion.

She had a lifelong relationship with fabric.

If you want to own a piece of art history, its the half bodies.

Those things are phenomenal.

Theyre just - wow!

Wow!

Mom had that inner passion.

She was a very passionate person.

She had a full range of emotional responses.

And I think that's, that comes out in her art.

She had a way in her work of bringing her fears close and of acknowledging them and taking away their power.

As many times as I've looked at her paintings, as many times as we looked at the journals, I always see something else.

Its like the first time I've ever looked at it.

This woman is really a genius.

She's a genius.

Knowing her was like this giant, “Its okay, ” you know.

You can make art.

Because you have to, you know.

And that was Sara for me.

“Sara: A Life in Dreams and Symbols ” Coming soon on createid.