Happy Birthday Tom. Hope you have a good day!
I have a question for my blog readers. I know that many of you are writers. Do you think of yourself as an artist?
I have painted painting and sold them. I've decorated cakes and sold them. I've written books and sold them. But I have trouble thinking of myself as an artist. How are "Artists"- writers, painters, poets, creatives- any different from me? Well, they are...well...artists. You know...they dress however they want. They are cool and edgy. They hang out with other artists. (Sorry my writer friends I don't think of you as artists either...LOL. You all are regular people like me, moms, dads, coworkers, friends.) Artists go to festivals. They party. They drink and perhaps do drugs. They live in cool places like inner cities (NY, Chicago, Seattle, LA, San Fran, Phoenix.) They talk in artsy ways-arguing literature, music and fine art.
I'm not an artist... I live in the suburbs. I rarely party. You can't tell me from any of the other moms. I don't think anyone would point at me and say-yep. She's an artist. I have never gone on an artist's retreat. I think I would feel out of place in an artist colony.
What makes an artist anyway? I mean, I know plenty of people- ordinary people- who are highly creative-woodworkers, painters, gardeners, knitters, crochets, embroider, music teachers, dance teachers, jewelry makers, cake decorators, interior designers--they live on every block of every town big or small. Yet, I bet if you asked them if they considered themselves artists, they would blush and say no...
What makes an artist anyway? My dictionary says: "artist n. One who creates works of art; especially a painter or sculptor. 2. Any person who performs his work as if it were art."
To my way of thinking that makes us all artists in one way or another. Doesn't it?