Making art

I know I hid in the shadows of my addiction for a very long time, some would say for too long, but I have no use for those punches. I hid my face and my writings, because I did not dream of seeing myself as an artist, a writer. I did not have the words for it. Art is an interesting word, its a spectrum, or like my friend likes to call it, a space. Art can also be interpreted as a piece or a work, something that has been created until a certain point and then released into the world.

For those of you who are interested in the process of making art within one self, I highly recommend the bood “The Artists Way” it does definitely lives up to the hipe around it, since it is written in a way that allows you as an individual to grown deep within yourself as an artist. Saying one is an artist, I consider to be an extremely daring statement. One, I struggle with, especially when facing a person in front of me, asking me what I do or what I am. Leaving out, that there are too many options to chose from, when someone asks you “Who you are”, when the conversation mingles around the hard facts of aspirations and what you want to do with your life, being an Artist is a very valid answer. Especially since you do not have to get into the details of what that means for your life and lifelyhood.

I do however sense a responsibility around the word Artist. It means that I am dedicating my life to making art, which is…