Anybody that knows me realizes that I struggle with the label "artist". Aren't you suppose to pay your dues with years of instruction at a prestigious art school? Own a beautiful studio and work with high quality art supplies? Actually know all about colors and perspective and rules?
So you can see when at the age of 50 when I began my creative journey I squirmed when people called me an artist? I slap questionable quality paints on wood and canvas, glue in bits of dress patterns, tissue paper, torn book pages and whatever else suits my mood. I use wood stains for paint, dribble old printer ink in, pencils for shading, scratch it, scrape it, and sometimes paint over 3/4 of it before I am done.
I learned an amazing term that changed my way of thinking. "Mixed-media" Imagine that. The process I use has a name. I found out there are no rules. I can just pick up colors I like and splash them on. I stencil, draw and do whatever I like. Sometimes it comes out pretty cool. Sometimes it is an epic fail, but that doesn't even matter. When it is an epic fail you call it a layer! Oh yes... I love layers!! Lot's and lot's of colorful layers. It's gets kind of exciting watching what emerges like the innocent bystander I am. And folks... that also has a term. Intuitive painting. Whoever is coming up with these terms God Bless ya!
So if I have a hard time calling myself an artist... how in the hell did I land in this book? There was a "Call to Artist" and I answered the call! Ha! I quietly sent in my submission and figured if I made it in, well I must be an artist, right? Page 85 folks. This chick is an artist!!!
This book is so beautifully done. I am proud to be among it's pages. Go check it out, it's worth the money. (FYI I don't make money off of the sales I just love this book) And in a few weeks watch for another post. I just MIGHT have answered another call.
Peace, Love & Funk,