| Theresa Labrecque Cape Cod Mermaids |
Art is an inheritance in my family. I was one of the
lucky ones in a family of six. We had two in our
generation that were "chosen" to be born with the
talents to create as artists. I have always considered
it a "blessing" or a "calling." I never needed to ponder
what I was going to grow up to be. I always knew I
was an artist.
I was born into my profession. My job was to mature
my gift. I also knew that I needed to be true to my
calling even when the going was tough, and at
times it has been very tough. My reward during these
hard times was simply the art itself, rewarding me
with the visions of whimsy and beauty that I felt
would leave the world better than how I found it.
I fell in love with clay as a young teenager. While
babysitting I would entertain the children for hours by
creating their every wish with simple play dough. The
look on their faces registered as if I had performed
some kind of magic! Come to think of it, I guess art is
a bit like magic.
When I create, I feel privileged and chosen. As I
apply the many fine and delicate details with which I
adorn my work, I am at my happiest. I am, in my
mind, "dressing" the figures through my fingertips.
Each little petal, leaf, or butterfly brings me a piece of
joy, a joy that I gladly share with my collectors.
Last winter I started painting oil on canvas, and now
I currently alternate painting and sculpting the same
love affair of art. To those who collect my work, I
would like to hope that you stop and take time to
notice the details, not just in my work, but in life. Take
joy in them and rest in them!
lucky ones in a family of six. We had two in our
generation that were "chosen" to be born with the
talents to create as artists. I have always considered
it a "blessing" or a "calling." I never needed to ponder
what I was going to grow up to be. I always knew I
was an artist.
I was born into my profession. My job was to mature
my gift. I also knew that I needed to be true to my
calling even when the going was tough, and at
times it has been very tough. My reward during these
hard times was simply the art itself, rewarding me
with the visions of whimsy and beauty that I felt
would leave the world better than how I found it.
I fell in love with clay as a young teenager. While
babysitting I would entertain the children for hours by
creating their every wish with simple play dough. The
look on their faces registered as if I had performed
some kind of magic! Come to think of it, I guess art is
a bit like magic.
When I create, I feel privileged and chosen. As I
apply the many fine and delicate details with which I
adorn my work, I am at my happiest. I am, in my
mind, "dressing" the figures through my fingertips.
Each little petal, leaf, or butterfly brings me a piece of
joy, a joy that I gladly share with my collectors.
Last winter I started painting oil on canvas, and now
I currently alternate painting and sculpting the same
love affair of art. To those who collect my work, I
would like to hope that you stop and take time to
notice the details, not just in my work, but in life. Take
joy in them and rest in them!
