I Must Be a Real Artist Now

If you’ve followed along on my art journey, you’ll know that I didn’t think of myself as an artist when I first began learning to draw. I was nothing more than a wannabe. When I began, in June of 2015, I couldn’t draw a straight line. I wasn’t good enough to even call myself an aspiring artist.

When my husband, my family, and my friends began calling me an artist, I shook my head. I was just learning. Maybe someday I would be a real artist, but not for a long while.

“Am I an artist?” has been called “The Question that Never Goes Away“. Having doubts is part of what being an artist is, I suppose.

For me, I jokingly resolved the whole issue when I received an “Artist” sticker from Cheap Joe’s Art Stuff with an order I’d placed. That made it official, I declared. Yes, I was a real artist.

I’ve accepted the title now. I may not be a great artist, but I’m loving what I’m doing. I make creative messes every day, and I have fun drawing and painting. I smile when I go shopping for canvas panels and the sales clerk says, “Oh, you’re a painter!” Or “You must be an artist.” I’ve even been known to whip out my cell phone and show off photographs of my recent paintings. I love getting compliments, especially from people I’ve never met before.

 

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I’m a very messy artist, but an artist, indeed. Here I’ve just finished an oil painting and am getting ready for clean-up.

Yes, I am an artist.

It’s not just because of a sticker from Cheap Joe’s, and it’s not because my husband still calls me his “artist wife”. It’s because art has become a way of life for me. It’s what I do.

This truth really hit home with me a few days ago while I was at my easel. It was one of “those days” when things weren’t going right. I was wiping paint away from the canvas — and getting most of it on my hands, it seems — when our home phone rang. We use our home number primarily for business calls, so I grabbed a paint rag and hurried off to answer.

There I was, covered with paint, gingerly trying to answer the phone without knocking over several paintings that were in the process of drying, and trying to avoid getting oil paints all over the receiver.

I had to laugh when I found out who was calling. It was a representative fromΒ Artist magazine, wanting to offer me a special deal. I do have a subscription. It’s a gift from one of my daughters. I suggested the representative call her instead.

Later that afternoon, my husband and I had to go out to a school event for one of the grandkids. “Can we stop by Wal-Mart first?” I asked. I was getting low on canvas panels. I needed a few other art supplies, too.

Now, I look about my house. I have paintings here, there, everywhere. I have drawings I’ve done, framed and hanging on the walls. I have a lovely array of art supplies — from drawing pencils to pastels, from Prismacolor Premiers to conte, from gel pens to oil paints. I have sketchbooks filled with birds, or bones, or gesture drawings. And of course, I have paint rags, thinner, linseed oil, a growing collection of brushes. And the latest issues of both Drawing magazine and Artist magazine.

Yes, indeed. I must be an artist. How else can I explain this mess?

 

 

 

 

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About Judith

Author, artist, and an independent consultant for Perfectly Posh. I enjoy sharing my thoughts and interests through blogging and invite you to visit my sites.

13 comments

  1. Woohoo! You ARE an Artist! πŸ™‚

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  2. It really is a shift in identity , isn’t it? And so 15 months isn’t so long to settle into that shift !

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  3. Wonderful post! You are an artist and know that you have said it, your confidence will increase!

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  4. Making a mess is one of the best perks ❀

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  5. I, too, had difficulty with this revelation, but if I can finally deem myself an artist, you definitely are one πŸ˜‰πŸŽ¨πŸ’–

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    • πŸ™‚ We went shopping last night for canvas panels and oil paint, and I loved it when the sales clerk said, “Oh, you’re an artist,” and asked me what I painted. Then I came home and headed to my easel for another art session. πŸ™‚ Thinking of ourselves as artists really can motivate us. πŸ™‚

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  6. Good post! I had a hard time with this identity at one time. I have come to realize it’s just who I am. As artists we have to create. Non-artist people in your life don’t always get that it is something we have to do. Happy creating!

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