Artists 2

I don't call myself an artist because, frankly, it feels pretentious, like I'm putting on heirs. I come from a place where you're respected for working hard, with graceful skill perhaps, but nothing more. No one says, "Hey, I hung the cleanest sheetrock I've done in weeks. I'm an artist," at least not with a straight face. Folks would think you're arrogant, overly detailed, maybe even slacking.

It is unfortunate, though, that we draw these lines and leave art only to those deemed worthy of pursuing it. We could all use creativity in our lives. And so what if the world doesn't reach out and celebrate your work? That's not the point. Make your mark in a way that represents you, the real you. And if one or two people somewhere pay heed, all the better.