Artist-ry

The other day it was a very busy day. I met an artist, though, and realized something about myself. When a student brought the artist to my office and introduced us to each other, we realized we were wearing necklaces designed and made by the same person. Mine had a bird on it, and I had bought it at Silver in the City. Hers had a plus sign on it, and she had bought it in Delaware. We started talking--she wondered if she might come by my class to ask the students to select their favorite words from a list as feedback for a project she was working on. I asked her what kind of work she did, and she said she liked to go around to old farms and abandoned barns and take pictures of what was there--just as I did in Tennessee last month. I told her about my project, and she said, "You know, you should probably display in more than one place--I'll bet there are lots of spaces that would be interested in that kind of work." The thought that snuck into my brain at that moment surprised me: 'Oh, but they wouldn't want my work. I'm not an artist.'


So I'm just letting that marinate a bit, that "I'm not an artist" thought. I'll let you know what comes of it, if anything.