Please understand, it's not a craft store, it's an art gallery. Craft stores are great; I love them. I spend a lot of money at them. They make me feel crafty. But they are not art galleries.
When I was an art major in college, I felt like I didn't belong in the art department. I wasn't one of their peeps. There were some pretty talented artists that I went to school with and I'm sure that my professors sifted the chaff from the wheat and knew where to focus their efforts. I helped them by believing my false assumptions and relegating myself to the second class art major distinction.
I felt like I wasn't esoteric enough, I didn't push the envelope enough, I wasn't angry enough, I wasn't artsy enough. Or fartsy enough. Really, I realize now that I didn't know who I was enough.
By my senior year I was feeling definitely not artsy enough to be an art major, even though I loved art and wanted with all of me to be creative. Unfortunately, this conflict inside of me caused me to avoid the art building as much as possible. That is, until I took a black and white photography class and I absolutely loved it. I think that the prof might have even thought I was okay at photography. Ironically, he was my advisor who didn't really advise me.
Through my experience as an art major, in which I came to believe that I was not an artist - a real one, anyway - I allowed my frustrated, simmering creative juices to dry up.
|learning to fly again|
One of the nicest compliments I received recently is when Marie, the owner of Crossings, asked me to teach a tile making class to kids this summer.
"But I'm just learning how to do it myself," I said not sure if she understood that I am not an artist.
"I think you can do it," she replied. And then she encouraged me to enter a Poetry / Art Collaboration Exhibition.
"What? But I don't have any Real Art to enter as examples of my work!" I protested.
"I think you can do it. Just enter examples of the work you're doing in the class you're taking right now," she said, as if I were really an artist. Perhaps she said it just to get artists to sign up. Or my entry fee. Nah.
"Okay, I will. If you think I can do it, I'd love to try."
So I can FLY!
|My naked unstained tiles.|
|Close up of my tiles. They're stained, not yet glazed.|
"The flying is in the trying."