Monday, November 2, 2009

I am an artist.

It all started yesterday. I heard about Art Every Day Month...

No, it started two months ago: I started an arts and culture blog for my multi-media class. No.

It actually started twenty years ago. I was 18; I wanted to be. A writer. A dancer. A poet. An artist.


It started much earlier than that. At 17, 16, 14, 11, 9, 6, 5, 3, 2, 1.

Yesterday, I was simply reminded. So here I go again.


  1. It's always a good time to start again. hooray! :-)

  2. It is good to say that over and over again. "I am an artist". You would think after all these years we both appear to have been on this earth (I have you by about 10 years, but who is counting) we would have become comfortable and confident with that simple sentence. I have been called an artist by others throughout my life, but I still have troubles believing it sometimes. In solidarity we will triumph.