Throughout my life, I’ve often wondered how people become artists.  I mean, I’ve alwasy understood creativity, and craft, and all that jazz but never, really, what took all of that the next step?

I’ve wondered because I’ve always been an admirer of art and, also, I’ve had the privilege of knowing many people whom I would consider artists.  You know, people whose life revolves around that particular medium of expression whether it’s music, or painting, or film, or dance, or design, or etc, etc, etc…

Mostly, I’ve wondered while simultaneously asking myself/the cosmos why I never quite had it in me to become an artists? Believe me, I am confident in my creativity and skill and craft in so many things but, am I an artist? No. 

The closest thing to an answer, sort of, is the idea that I was set on this earth to be someone who appreciates art in all its forms.  You know, following the notion of the tree in the forest scenerio because, frankly, there are some artists who don’t even appreciate their own art. 

Anyhoo, deep thoughts.