Just this past week I was at a funeral visitation and around family members that I hadn't seen in years. When ask what I was doing now, I responded by saying I was a hairdresser and did some pencil drawings...I was so angry with myself. What was wrong with me, why didn't I just simply say..."I am an artist"?
When I'm with my peers I don't have any problem calling myself an artist! I'll never forget the first time I said it out loud. I felt as though I had arrived.
My work was part of a group exhibit and several women were admiring "The Fork and Spoon Club". I heard one of the women ask, "I wonder where the artist is, I'd like to meet her?" I walked over and introduced myself as "the artist"...I felt so good.
What happened to me this week with my family, I don't know...but what I do know is this, by saying "I do some pencil drawings" instead of saying that I was an artist, I diminished the importance of my art and devalued it in the eyes of others.
I haven't found myself in this position for a long time and it will be a long time before I let it happen again...but I am still disgusted with myself yet today.
So I ask you: When did you realize that you were really an artist? Do you remember the first time you introduced yourself as an artist...how did you feel? Why do you think it is so difficult at times to say "I am an Artist?
The "Chat Line" is open...I'm anxious to here what you have to say. And as always, please feel free to comment on what others have to say.
To all Mothers...Have a Happy Mothers Day,
and a blessed weekend,
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