People may say that I have such varied interests that I never settle down to one for any lengthy period of time, however they all seem to involve the arts in some way. I paint, paste, color, ink, knit, sew, twist, string, embroider, dye, felt, and admire other artists. I have always hesitated to label myself as an artist, mainly because I think I have been conditioned to think of art in terms of Van Gogh, Picasso, etc. I have learned, and only recently, that art exists in every nook of our earth, in every nook of our brains, in everything we do. The trick is to train yourself to recognize it and appreciate it whenever and wherever you may find it. So, in my nearing retirement age, I have finally accepted the inner self as artist and find it a most rewarding experience. The next most rewarding experience is the learning that goes along with the artistic experience. I frequently worry that my art piles may bury me but am enjoying surrounding myself with every art supply known to man. Since that is a monumental task, I'm still working on it.
Different I know, but I just participated in a matchbox exchange. We were to alter the box, then fill it with things that reminded us of spring. I can't follow directions and made a little shadowbox collage instead. Here is mine.