Sooooo….when I started this blog, I just wanted to get crafty again, maybe make a few things for my friends, and that would be that.
But, something is happening, every day. I am remembering back in grade school when I used to draw non-stop. I’m remembering in high school when I used to paint, and make linoleum prints (I have the scars to prove that I used to carve those linoleum blocks!) I think back to that self and say, she was an artist. But somewhere along the way I lost that as part of my identity, and slowly, every time I make something, a journal page, a small painting, a piece of jewelery, I hear the whispers that I could be that again. That maybe I was all along. Its becoming bigger than what I originally intended.
But of course, that negative loop of nagging doubts and fears is strong. This page tells a little bit about how I’m feeling about this slow awakening that is occurring. This may or may not be a real conversation. But the sentiment is completely 100% true.
What do you think? What makes an artist? Who gets to wear that title?
To make this page I played with sharpie, water colors, acrylics, paper, modge podge, and a wine cork stamp.