Welcome to circlesaregood

Hello and welcome to circlearegood.

I am an artist and psychotherapist, living in Seattle, WA with my partner Dan and our dogs Oso and George.

I was born in Michigan and spent my early years exploring the woods behind our house, sailing with my family on Michigan’s beautiful lakes and spending endless hours playing pretend, drawing, coloring and making.

In my life today, my creativity comes through in the form of painting and collage as well as baking, sewing and writing. Being an artist is part of my essence. It is the lens through which I experience the world.

I have always been deeply connected to nature as well as the metaphysical world and am influenced by these in my artworks and my life.

I’m glad you are here.

I AM AN ARTIST

I am an artist

It is in my bones and in my soul.

Growing up you may have thought I wasn’t seeing the world

Properly

That maybe I was

Unfocused

But the truth was that I saw more than you noticed.

My world existed within the autumn leaf, floating in the puddle on the dented sidewalk outside my house, a world within a world, my mind absorbing every detail of the patterns and colors.

My face inches from the puddle. Becoming one with the water and the reflection of the sky on its surface.

The blending of the cold damp earth against my soft body, the calm of my breath moving in rhythm to the leaf as it floated and turned.

My mind excited by possibility and calmed by the cadence of nature’s breath and my own.

It existed in the smell of the earth and rain and the trance of a single drop at a time tapping on my skin.

You thought I wasn’t paying attention but I was attuned to everything, everything at once.

I am an artist

It is in my bones and in my soul.

As I sit here, to write I am watching single flecks of dust fly in a beam of light and I think about how that speck has always been.  Maybe once a human, a blade of grass or the exhale of a king thousands of years ago.

Lately I am compelled by the idea, the energy of lineage.

That who I am is actually a sum of others before me and how one day I will be a speck, a breath, a thought, a faded picture for sale in an antique store.

I have this moment in time as the clock tick-tocks to my end and I choose to spend it putting myself on paper for no one to see and I laugh at the smallness of this gesture and how I am but a speck of thought and vision and light.

How insignificant and greatly significant I am all at once.

I am an artist

It is in my bones and in my soul.

I love the angles of this room, the dense, white painted, wood boards that surround the doorways and windows.  Their solidness and strength that will remain long after I am gone.

I think about this wood and the life force that propelled its growth and my mind moves to the tiny maple seedling I have growing in my yard.  Only a few months old, mailed to me as a seed from my home in Michigan. A new life begun.

These floors, boards and strong beams were once filled with water and earth and sun.  They reached to the sky and inhaled its warmth.

Here is listens, and feels the weight of a foot step, a family, a life.

It waits for the day that it will sit in the sun and feel its rain again, dissolve back into the earth to prepare a home for a root, reaching for its turn.

I am an artist

It is in my bones and in my soul.

elizabeth anderson

2010 original - adapted 2024