Hello, my name is Lisa Casperson.
I’ve been lots of things: an English teacher, a free-lance writer and even a cosmetologist. I taught to help kids, but was totally bored with the monotony of teaching. I wrote to build up the down-trodden and sought to bring my own human condition to light in order for others to recognize themselves and not feel so alone. I played in people’s hair because I loved the tactile sense of it, wanted to create flattering styles that worked for them and I loved talking to them about anything but recipes and the weather. I hoped my touch would be one vehicle of Universal Love.
These days, however, I'm spending my time working as an artist.
There has always been a creative need within me, but I didn’t always recognize it in myself. When my best friend once asked me what I thought was my passion, I responded, “Helping people heal.” She remained quiet, and then said, “I think you need to be creative.”
I never wanted to fit into the norm completely. Not totally outside the norm either – just a little past that into the nearly outrageous point of cool-dom.
These days I get to just create whatever I feel like. Sometimes it’s writing, sometimes it’s building something out of junk, other times I might be digging through the metal recycling bins at my local bike store, or buying cheap necklaces at the Goodwill to add color to my driftwood hangings. (That is after I culled the beach to pick up the driftwood. Or, like in Mexico, I picked up and carried home a bunch of huge dried seed pods to perhaps use in an art project.) I buy old postcards not for the pictures but for the cool writing on the back to use as collage in my paintings.
In my imagination, my ideas and my joy care-freely jump on the trampoline of creativity, ending up in a jumbled heap of craziness, breathless.
The point I am trying to make, is I can’t even make myself build a niche in which I do one thing over and over till I master it. I become bored and the ideas roll over me like ocean waves. Will I be famous? No. Do I have fun? Yes and no. I mean, I love being creative but nothing, I mean nothing, ever turns out like it was in my head before beginning it. But people seem to like my work, and as long as I can sell enough to support my habit, hey, I’m in it for the long run.
"I think we all need art surrounding us."
I encourage you to look through my work. If you like something, awesome. If you have enough money to buy it, even better for both of us. I cannot live without artful things that give me joy surrounding me, and I wish the same for you.
And so, just maybe, my art can bring you joy and in that way, heal a little corner of your heart. That is my hope!