Years ago, I asked a friend what defines an artist. Is it creating art full time, being shown in beautiful galleries and salons? Is it a Master’s degree in Fine Art? I will never forget her response. She asked if I thought someone who loves to sing needs to have recorded an album to be considered a singer. Touché. I came away from that conversation realizing that we can believe ourselves, creatively, to be whatever we desire. I have to be honest; I have a hard time considering myself to be an artist. I love to create and I have had moments of brilliance when I’ve thought, “I AM an artist!” But, most of the time, I just enjoy the process; learning and experimenting with different mediums, techniques and supplies. I love to read stories of artists and their journeys. One great place to do this is Crescendoh.com. I also blog stalk - maybe even yours! Last week a friend of mind posted the following quote on Facebook:
This quote has been in my thoughts all week. Because quite honestly, how many of us have the time to sit down and create art every day? So, as I've gone about my week I've tried to be more conscious of my "art", and in doing so I feel good. I feel like I've been able to enjoy "creating" as I am making it part of my day. Yesterday, it was as simple as rearranging my bedside table with some newly created pottery, a gift from my son. And, even though it wasn't something I will hang on a museum wall or enter into an art show, it felt good. It felt creative in it's own way.
|Really? A tie with shorts?|
|My new pottery piece|
|Dixon and his special friend, Clyde Bair|
Have a wonderful "artful" day!