I feel like Iâ€™m living a charmed life these days. So many good things have been happening but itâ€™s taken up all of my attention and Iâ€™ve ignored my little patch of space here on the internet.
One of the good things Iâ€™ll share with you stemmed from a question someone asked me, he asked, â€œAre you a Pottery-maker? Or an Artist?â€
This one, innocent, little question has turned everything upside down and cracked open a world I hadnâ€™t even imagined. I always wanted to be an Artist, found great inspiration in other Artists and envied those who called themselves Artists, but hadnâ€™t considered myself to be one.
And why not? Why havenâ€™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 Iâ€™ve been creating. My cousin David recently moved here from Newfoundland (finally I have some family on the west coast!) we hadnâ€™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 didnâ€™t pursue an arts degree or any careers that related to art. And really, I donâ€™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.