I have been really sick these last two months, but now it seems that although the test results took their time to tell what was wrong my body seems to heal itself. With this sickness came a feeling of listlessness. Regardless of the lack of happiness and health or wealth, I bravely struggle on to become a better person, a better artist, a better mother and friend. add to the list a better blogger. With this goal in mind I need to work on my artist’s statement. Reading the wonderful sense-full statements of thousands and millions of artists with perfect statements, my own changes over time and sputter like a broken exhaust. Ah! But II am sure I am not the only one with this problem.
I started to read “The Relatively Pain-Free Artist Statement” by Alyson B Stanfield. The first Question is: Your first Experience as an Artist. This was not such a difficult question to answer since I have always been creating something. But the second question “When did you first consider yourself ans artist?” A straight forward question with painful answer. Wring the answer out of yourself, I say.
I remember writing a letter to a friend telling him how I rather feel like I am pretending to an artist. This was 7 years ago when I went out on my own as an artists starting as a Cafe Tutu Tango Artist. Just two years ago I started to feel more comfortable with calling myself an artist. Today every jan rap and his mate are an artist at the same time being an artist becomes more difficult for the Fine Arts type because you get so many kinds of artists. You get bakers, butchers and candle stick makers who are all artists.
I am an artist because the brush, the pencil, the charcoal pull me to put a line there and a dot here. Being an artist is in my blood.
Questions to everybody out there. Do you consider yourself as an artist? Tell Me more.
In the words of Andy Warhol: “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”