so I'll just post this. I don't know who drew it or where I found it, but seeing as how I'm only posting it in order to pass the message along I don't expect the artist who created it would mind so much.
I imagine there'll be a longer post later. we'll see what shed epiphanies bubble up today.
Monday, October 13, 2008
I don't have much at all on my mind at the moment.
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I started out as that kid who said she'd be an artist some day. Kept saying that in my 20s...
I was an animator in my 30s. Paid very well, but it wasn't my art. Not really. I was seen as successful by everyone, but secretly there were times when I felt like a fraud, because I did not feel like an artist. Creative yes, but creating for others, void of feeling and never from my heart.
But now I paint and sculpt, and what I create is what I feel. It's all mine, and I give no thought to how others might judge it. And oh, how liberating that is!
Yes! I am an artist. I can truly know and say that. And thank God I figured it out before reaching that fourth panel in the comic strip.
I joked to someone today that I didn't know I was an artist until I looked down at my name tag a month ago and saw it printed there under my name, in someone else's handwriting, but it's not true. I've always known it, I've just avoided the realization for various reasons.
but it suits me, making things, it makes me my best and most loving self, people around me seem content to let me continue making things, and so I'm going to go on and let myself be an artist as long as I'm able.
and I'm going to be happy about it, I've just now decided to myself. I'm going to allow myself to be delighted about it.
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