“A government that robs Peter to pay Paul
can always depend on the support of Paul.”
— George Bernard Shaw
I picture myself ordering at Starbucks, tentatively holding a moleskine journal and a Ziploc of pitt pens and gellyrolls, anxious for a few peaceful hours of drawing. The barista smiled and asked if I was an artist. What an odd question for a girl who had lived in the world of numbers, objective decisions and analysis since grad school. It was two years ago and a key a turning point… because I said yes. Yes.
If you teach calculus, yet ski every chance you can, are you not a skiier? You don’t have to be a competitive skiier or a particularly fast skiier or even stay upright most of the time to use the word. Calling yourself a skiier takes nothing away from Olympic skiiers or ski teachers.
We are all many things…
- A Java programmer who is an avid urban sketcher
- A mom who writes sci fi when the kids are at school
- A logistics manager who writes stories for her children
- A pilot who embroiders aprons
- A mom who manages the PTA and blogs about nutrition
- A chemistry teacher who creates art journaling pages all summer
- A photographer who quilts
- A paralegal who sketches jewelry designs at lunch
- A realtor with a cooking blog
- A homeschooling mom who develops crossword puzzles and writes poetry
- A veterinarian who writes sewing patterns
What are you? If you say you are an [fill in the blank]… you are!
PS. It’s Your Art
[Cross-posted from Tammy’s personal blog, Daisy Yellow.]