My thoughts on what art, or being an artist is, are still forming. I hadn’t done anything I would have considered art since I was about 10. I didn’t set out to “create art” when I took the expressive arts class during cancer recovery 4 years ago. It was a group activity within a larger program covering a wide range of topics geared to...
helping cancer survivors adjust to the many life changes we were dealing with. We had already been together as a group for 11 weeks, we were now all friends, an art class was just the next group activity on the schedule.
I used to think of “art” as only the work produced by famous painters. But I’ve come to believe that the act of creating anything at all, can be thought of as an act of art. It’s an inner expression that is so individual…who decides that someone else’s inner expression is worthy of being called art, or not? I can say whether or not I like it, or it resonates with me, or not, but I’m not sure it’s possible to judge otherwise.
In the past couple of years, many people have told me that I have artistic talent. When I excitedly told my family that I’d sold my first piece, their response was, “…real art, or that stuff you do?” I now think that anything created with intention, qualifies as “art”, regardless of how others view it.
I'm learning more about my art, and from my art, every day. It's not so much a matter of skill or practice... mostly it's a shift in perspective, a way of shaping how I look at and exist in the world.
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