When I Grow Up
When I grow up I want to be an artist. I want to be able to paint beautiful paintings (encaustic, preferably) and sell them to people who love them, not just to people who love me. I want to be able to make enough money to pay for all the really cool supplies that are available out there. I want to not be intimidated by other people's art and I want to know how to find artist communities and galleries and gatherings.
I want to be a "real" artist.
My cousin is a real artist. He is getting a master's degree in art and is paid to make ceramic art. He goes to the artist gatherings and shows and participates in all that artsy stuff. Maybe I should ask him. I really intend to, but we can't get him away from his art "work" long enough to have a good conversation about it all.
Anyway.
I want to be an artist. What we need to do and what we want to do sometimes overlap, but for now I'll teach 2 year olds for my monetary contribution to the family and be happy doing those other things I love, being "Mom" and "honey" and dabbling in a vast array of arts and crafts. And keeping my sink clean for the first time in my life!
But someday....when I grow up.....I want to be an artist.
When do you figure "grown up" happens? At 33 I don't feel it yet. When does that come? With grandkids?
2 comments:
For Linda and me the idea of having our first grandkid has made us much less "grown up".
John
Let me know when you figure this out. I still feel the need to waffle & explain that I studied art, but I'm not a 'real' artist, but I feel miffed when I'm constantly referred to as 'crafty'. Go figure.
And define 'grown up'. Am I a grown-up? I'm not sure! 8^)
geraldine
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