For this weeks interview I decided to give each of the Marketplace Shop members the opportunity to share with you "Why am I an Artist"? Four of the members plus myself responded to the question and I hope you find our replies as interesting as I did. If you will click on the artwork above each artists name you will be taken to their individual shop where you will find unique one-of-a-kind works of art.
Sue Pieper ~ The act of taking pencil to paper and watching a face emerge, or to take a coil of wire and a handful of beads and end up with a piece of wearable art in the form of a necklace, or to take assorted papers, pictures paints and glues, apply them onto a canvas and end up with something that tells a story, is all like magic to me! And lets not forget taking sheets of paper, some thread & needle, and make a book-how cool is that?
Carrie Todd ~ I believe I am an artist because God has given me the desire, the creativity and the inspiration to be one. My heart is happiest when I am creating, and that happiness feeds my soul. I know the times in my life that I struggle, the times that make me question who I am and what I feel, these are the times that being an artist is the easiest. I know that I am doing what my soul longs to do. Albert Einstein said "True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist" I believe this to be true in me.
Elaine Brady Smith ~ I stand in my kitchen gazing out the window, wearing my paint jeans and an old tee shirt, pouring a glass of iced tea. My mind is drifting to the sounds of neighbors mowing their lawn and their kids playing kick ball in the back yard. There are times when I look at these people and think of what it might be like to be them. They go to full time jobs Monday through Friday, they collect nice paychecks each week, their homes are clean and tidy, they eat regular meals with family and manicure their yards every Saturday morning. I'm almost sure they have plans for the rest of the weekend that include going to the movies, riding bikes around the neighborhood, or just sitting on the porch to watch the sunset. Life for them seems simple and predictable and mostly routine.
Then in a nano second my mind snaps back to my own reality. I must get to work. Get down to the studio and get some paint splashing on a fresh canvas. If I work on this piece first, then while that dries, I can work out the problems on that one. Then maybe I will heat up the wax and finish the encaustic piece that has been needing attention. Maybe I will make some new papers today. I saw something on the Internet, a technique that I have been wanting to try. My mind is racing with ideas. I must do some sketching later today, work on those drawings that I was thinking about yesterday. And oh my gosh, I also have that picture that I told Mr. Martin I would have framed for him by this week. The little voice in the back of my head reminds me that I have a rapidly approaching show to get ready for by November. Better look at the calendar and see how many days are left for creating. I'm thinking about my trip to the flea market this week, and hoping I will find some new treasures to put into my art. The music is playing in the background, and I am busy, lost in my thoughts, my own personal zen, and I am loving every minute of it.
Being an artist is something that has been hard wired into my DNA. I recognized the creative feeling inside from a very early age and it has never left me, not for a minute. The creative side of me never stops thinking and dreaming and conjuring up ideas...not even in my sleep, which unfortunately causes a good many insomniac nights. There will never be enough time to create all I want to create. Being an artist is such an intrinsic part of my being, that it cannot be separated from who I am. I know I get angry at times when normal life interferes with my creativeness and I have to admit that I do have moments that I get frustrated at not being more normal in my thinking. But that doesn't last long until that creative feeling kicks in and says, "Hey, I have an idea for you right now!!!". I look at my neighbors and think, how boring. That is not the life for me.
Being an artist gives me the freedom to be completely me.
Christine Goldbeck ~ It's the love of being like a kid, I think, that makes me an artist. In the act of creating, I am wondering, experimenting, discovering ... I love to write, to paint, to make photographs, to combine things and find that they work or to find that they don't work and have to start over. It's pure joy to live in the moment and that is what I do when I make art. I don't think about that construct called time or those boundaries that society puts on us or that we place on ourselves. I just am ... it is pure joy.
Debbie Overton ~ I remember the first time I was called an “artist”….it was 2nd grade, Ms Denison’s room. It was snowing and we were all lined up along the window wall with our papers and crayons. There was a red bird perched on a tree limb and the snow was building up on the limbs. I started drawing that little bird with all the snow falling around it. Over the years I have tried my hand at many art related projects….some good, some not so good….but I was trying and learning new things. As I got older, I found other activities that took over, but I still did what I called “doodling” in my little locked journals!
Thank you so much for sharing ladies. And I do believe that it is in the blood...we HAVE to do this to make ourselves sane and happy! Thanks you guys for taking the time and sharing!
Posted by: Brenda Wampler | September 2009 at 10:06 AM