Fear tells me that I am not an artist.
Fear tells me that "artist" is reserved for greats like Michelangelo, Monet and Picasso, not for 30-year old stay-with-child moms.
Fear tells me that my work is not art.
Do you know what fear doesn't tell me? It doesn't tell me that I have a college degree in fine art and have spent the past decade working professionally as a graphic designer. It doesn't tell me that even if I don't see myself as an artist or my work as art, others do.
Fear doesn't like facts. It likes to hide in the shadows whispering lies and twisting the truth. Fear wants me to stay in limbo, in the gray area of uncertainty because it paralyzes me. It keeps me from dreaming and creating. It knows that making art helps me see what cannot be seen and that leads to me closer to seeing fear's true self—small, powerless, useless.
I will not let fear tell me what I am not. Instead, I will tell fear what I am.
I am an artist and I make art.
If you'd like to see my art, head over to my Instagram feed. It's where I post images of everyday objects from a different perspective. It's a place where an almond becomes a duck's beak and a tape dispenser becomes a snail. Enjoy!