I am an artist. I believe we are all artists. I’ve been caught saying this before and have influenced other thinkers on this matter: No matter how one thinks of oneself, one is an artist. Even while doing dishes, the very act of doing the dishes is performance art -every act thereafter is just derivative of that act. Composing music, writing, illustrating, acting are just imitations of that act caught two-dimensionally.
So why is it after 40 years I’ve just confessed to myself that creating art was a luxury? I knew that year 40 would be a magical year. This year is the coming of age story of myself where I take direction with the knowledge I have experienced and acquired and put it to go use. Very good use.
I find myself frequently saying, “Thank God for Andrew.” He was the one who has enabled me to focus and create art work worthy of other’s adoration. As I played with paints, beads, and ink, we both found unique statement that begins a series worthy of reproduction.
I now believe creating art is not a luxury, but a mandate ordered to fulfill my promise to the world. I am liking this mandate.