A couple of years ago I was excited to take an adult education course on collaging. I had been playing around with collage for a while and collecting all kinds of supplies and ephemera so this course seemed perfect. Oddly enough, throughout the course, the instructor seemed determined to point out that I was not an artist...and that what I was creating was not art. At first I was a bit offended and disappointed in myself, but I actually liked what I was creating...and found my classmates to be delightful, so I happily forged ahead.
To the instructor’s credit, I did learn new techniques and was introduced to new media and materials...and I am grateful for that. But the most important thing I already knew...I must make and do things that bring me joy, and I don’t much care what you call me while I’m doing it.