I feel like I’m living a charmed life these days. So many good things have been happening but it’s taken up all of my attention and I’ve ignored my little patch of space here on the internet.
One of the good things I’ll share with you stemmed from a question someone asked me, he asked, “Are you a Pottery-maker? Or an Artist?”
This one, innocent, little question has turned everything upside down and cracked open a world I hadn’t even imagined. I always wanted to be an Artist, found great inspiration in other Artists and envied those who called themselves Artists, but hadn’t considered myself to be one.
And why not? Why haven’t I let the Artist inside me be, well, an Artist? What is this apprehension to consider myself to be the big A?
When I look back at my life the Artist was always there. For as long as I can remember I’ve been creating. My cousin David recently moved here from Newfoundland (finally I have some family on the west coast!) we hadn’t seen each other for a very long time, as we were getting caught up he said that one of the things he remembered about me is I was always making crafts or creating something.
Throughout school I always enjoyed the Art and Drama classes the most but for whatever reason I didn’t pursue an arts degree or any careers that related to art. And really, I don’t know why. I grew up with the most supportive family you could ask for. My Mother always told me I could do and be whatever I wanted, she just wanted me to be happy.
It seems like all the signs were there but were ignored. Until now.
I am an Artist, and this changes everything.