Boy howdy! What does one say about themselves? You already know my name. It's Tess and nothing more. My mom always regrets she didn't give me the name Theresa so that I'd have a bit more. But I've always loved my name because it best describes who I am. Not a lot of pomp and sis boom bah, but very distinct and honest-to the point. Yet at the same time, it is a name you don't hear all that often. Life is like that I suppose. It's out of the ordinary in that you will never live two days the same. There is always some small detail that separates itself from the rest. Even if you happen to live for days still in a hospital bed this fascinating world just keeps moving. Names are important and they lay so much of who you are before you. Well that is my name.
I am a very visual person. I'd say I am an artist, but it is such a general term. Sort of like saying I'm female. It places me in a category without giving details. I love to create, build, and pull together new ideas and images. I don't really look for any sort of fame with whatever I create. If someone likes what I finish I will almost always give it away. I love creating pieces for charities for that reason. This is of course to the frustration of my family who has tried several times to explain the great financial gain in producing and selling art. But the truth is, to put a price on these things seems counterproductive. I create for the simple joy of solving a problem. There is an idea in my mind that would like to become concrete. Or someone brings me an image and it is my task to straiten it all out. The fulfillment is seeing the piece finished-not cashing a check. 'Course maybe one of these days I'll get myself a manager who will remind me that I still live on a little planet many people call Earth.
I love people. I've never really wanted to be in the center of attentionno no. But to have the opportunity to wait on a street corner with a notepad studying all the faces and personalities that happened by-that would be something! Who knows what I would do with all of the things I collected in the end, but wow--wouldn't that be a neat read? People have such stories. If you wait long enough and are silent enough the things you learn are phenomenal. There is pain, joy, and so many things in between that can't be recorded or reproduced, but we all recognize and understand what these things are. Sometimes these people can make you SO nuts, but at the end of the day there is nothing to rage about, because you are one of them and you are just like each of them.
Well lets see what else shall I tell you. I am a Christian. My grandfather was a Baptist preacher and my great-grandfather was a Southern Baptist pastor. But even with these credentials it didn't predispose me to live one way or another. I had to make a choice for myself. At 14 I decided to follow Christ and my life has been anything but boring since then! I could tell you so many stories of God's Hand helping and guiding me through situations that I could not handle on my own. He's not an angry Zeus waiting for us to slip up, rather He is our friend that gave Himself for us. To understand this is mind blowing . . .
Well I've given you my philosophy and beliefs. Not sure what else you want to know so I will finish now.
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