Being an artist is a chosen life. One I wouldn’t trade for anything. It is a blessing to be able to serve through the creation of things that give others joy. But to think this path is an easy one would be a lie.
There’s a misconception that artist are somehow endowed with a birth right to do what they do. That not everyone can be successful at it, and that almost no one can make a living at it. I am probably biased given what I do but it seems to me that this attitude is a bit defeatist. Nothing irritates me more than hearing visitors to the gallery say things like “I could never….” or “I’m not creative enough…” or “I’m no good at….” before they even try taking a class. Or the ever popular “I’d love to, but I have to wait until I retire…”
Equally as disconcerting are the conversations I witness as parents tell their kids that they should not pursue a creative vocation for fear it won’t pay enough to make a living. Nothing like taking the air out of a child’s balloon! It not only is effective at stealing their joy, but gives them a negative sense of self, as well as lowering their appreciation for the arts.
Instead I offer these truths from the perspective of a living, breathing artist who makes her living with her family by practicing her creative craft and serving others daily.
First and foremost, it’s possible.
Second, it takes work.
Third, it doesn’t happen by accident.
And finally, at least from my perspective, it’s worth it.
