No, you don't need me to tell you this. Of course you are an artist without anyone having an opinion about it one way or the other. And you might be like well FINE SUZI pshaw...I guess cause yOu say I am one then I must be, right? (your eyes rolling the whole time). You already know who you are: you are very good in your art skills or else don't care but have fun being artsy anyway. You make art for joy, communication, expression. When you feel like buying new brushes or paints, you do. You might not be an artist full time but when you are in the mood you do it. You might stress if it's good or bad but you allow yourself to do it. Through masterpieces and mistakes you know you have the natural born right to make art. Whether Suzi Blu or Tim Buck TWO says you are an artist you care very little. I mean, what's with this girls ego anyway?
And to you I say this,
THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.
Want to know who it is for? The little meek ones out there who want so very badly to be able to let themselves play but can't. Just. Can't. They might take an online class and download the videos but never try it themselves. They are watchers, readers, lurking and wanting, so very much, to play and let go. That is who I write for, have always written for, talked to, made laugh. I remember when I first started drawing and as I toiled over the features a 'friend' said to me, "Um, you're not going to leave it like that are you?" with all the sweet passive aggressive venom she could muster. I knew it wasn't good but I knew I had it in me to be good, eventually, but I didn't know how to tell her that. Not at that time. And there are those out there who feel the same way too and feel they have no one in their corner. Of course we all want the kind of self esteem that comes from being centered and focused and loving towards ourselves all the time. Ideally. That's awesome. But sometimes we try so hard and stuff goes wrong and piles up and then holy crap my life sucks and who am I to draw faces I mean, isn't so and so right when he says, "Why are you working so hard at this if you are not going to make a living at it?" And you might give up. Right there in front of the dishwasher while the idiot slices another piece of chocolate cake and takes it into the back room to watch a Kung foo movie. Your dreams smashed. Your spirit stomped on.
The only reason I exist is to help the one person that feels this way. It's gravy that I help those who already feel grounded and deserving of the gift of art but my passion lies within for my little chickies. THOSE are my chickies with whom I write for. (For who? I need an editor.) So they have somewhere to start. Sometimes if we cannot give ourselves permission we need someone to give it to us. To them I say
And if you don't believe it yet
believe that I believe!
So if you are a slinky clever gal with too much time on her hands to poo poo whatever I do or say, remember, not everything is about you.
