“Everyone needs an identity of their own, not in relation to someone else… someone’s
daughter, sister, mother. “Artist” is mine alone. ” (Janet Badger)
I think I have always been creative, at least in one form or another. Using my hands, arts & crafts, sewing, decorating, you name it I probably tried it. I have the art supply closet to prove it.
Even though I had began college as an Art Education major, a lot of my artistic endeavors had been put aside to take care of my very young family as a single mom and delve into the business world. And boy does time slip by there. Before I knew it I had re-married, my kids were grown, off to college and moving out of the house. Holy cow!
My desire for being creative started to slowly creep back into my blood. The paints came out and I began taking some workshops and weekly lessons and it felt great! I began to get involved in the local community arts organizations and I truly felt more connected to my inner muse.
So, you’re probably thinking “oh how nice, what a lovely story”. But I keep wondering, who I am?
Dare I be called Artist ?
What makes you an Artist?
Who bestows that title on you?
If I say I’m an artist does that make me one? Do I have to win an award? Do I need a college degree?
I guess no one can answer those questions for me. All I can say is that there is something inside of me eager to come out. I know it’s there, I can feel it bubbling up, just waiting for a small crack to come exploding out. And I’m so excited to be on this journey to find it!