I had a slight freak out about spending a tonne load of money on a Garde Design course when all I want to really call myself is an artist who paints all day. Then I freaked out over the question ‘what if I am not an artist?’.
After an evening of being determined to prove to myself I am a painter and breathing in far too many turp fumes my head is far too fuzzy for worrying and my freak outs too amusing to consider anyway.
Up shot is I did some painting:
Currently I don’t really like it and prefer it before:
The piece had to progress though, I think. At least that is what I am telling myself.
It doesn’t matter what you call yourself, we artists have our own definitions. . What matters most is
Are you doing something you find satisfying?
Can you still pay the bills?
Keep at it and good luck.
Thank you. I am an artist through and through, I know that and I know that shall never change. I just occasionally loose sight of myself. Currently working for a garden centre and a discount book store make it possible for me to pay bills. The garden design shall be the satisfying means to an end.