Whose opinion matters in my art?
"An artist cannot fail; it is a success just to be one." Charles Horton Cooley
Am I am artist? For years this question meandered in my mind.
I waited for someone with authority and credibility to identify, confirm my identity.
My middle school art teacher did not call me an artist. So i took no more art classes for thirty yeara.
As a young adult, my first ventures in reputable museums and performance venues only confirmed my belief, "I know I do belong here, please excuse and ignore my foolishness in being here."
My resume is filled with reputable degrees and experiences but art? What makes me a real artist?
The dance classes I started in my thirties. The art classes in my forties. The writing and speaking classes throughout my adulthood. The instagram posts? The arts groups? The song writer worshops? What gives me the right to say, I am an artist?
On a recent NYC trip, as I consumed the work of FIT students, Chelsea gallery artists, street vendors, Highline installation artists and Delacroix, I could easily say I will never produce anything to compare so why try to express me? Why create? What or who could validate my identity anyway?
And therein lies my answer. I will never be an artist unless I believe I am one and live continually being an expression, a expressor of heART.
Creating is a process. Pieces of art, performances, songs just landmarks not final destinations in my being journey. I believe. I am an artist and watch me live it everywhere.
"Don't think about making art, just get it done .... and keep doing it." Andy Warhol.
Let there be art, and let it be me. Jln, 10-30-18