Here I go...

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Artist. BIG Scary Word. I don't know why I have such a hard time with it. Is that normal? Did Picasso give a rat's ass whether people thought him an "artist"? Let's not get carried away and think that I am comparing myself to Picasso. I'm not. Jeez, no wonder I get so freaked out by the title. I hear the word and all of the greats pop into my head. The funny thing is that I have no problem tagging artist to all sorts of other people. Just not me. One time when I went to Vegas with a girlfriend and some people at the blackjack table asked me what I do, and I just blurted out that I was an artist. I figured it was okay, you know, the whole "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" deal. It was sooo exciting! I felt naughty, like I was getting away with something. It's not like anyone was going to call me on it, blow my cover. My husband always introduces me as his wife, the artist. And my girlfriend Janelle calls me that word any chance she gets, I think that she's hoping I will just eventually give up and admit that maybe I AM an artist. So, here, in the world of blog, I will declare, I AM AN ARTIST. Afterall its not like your going to hunt me down, call me out, and take away my birthday.

1 comments:

Jacque said...

You are a very talented artist!