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| My Chicken Art-Winter 2013 |
“Just what is the difference between fine art and art, dear?” a wife asks her husband.
He replies, “The only difference between fine art and art is
the price.” As I walked from tent to tent witnessing the talent of artist after
artist at the Mystic Arts Festival today, I approached each with a barometer of
whether I thought that I was capable of creating similar offerings. Truthfully, I think I overestimate
myself as an artist.
I have always aspired to be an artist. In 4th grade, I paid a
quarter a week to take art lessons with Sister Mary Peter. In 6th grade, Sister Mary
Christina’s class practiced a precise replica of lines and exact measures under
her direction. Perfectionism and impatience with myself continued through high
school and college killing any creativity that may have bloomed. I was never
satisfied.
Working through creative inhibitions is not an easy
task. Despite my desire to impart
a growth mindset and continue to develop as an artist, the struggle continues.
As a writer, I have slowly come to understand that with the few decent pieces
of writing comes a slew of really bad writing. So it is with art, as well.
Recognizing my creative self and approaching my practice with
patience and playful discovery will help that young 9 year old live her dream.
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