i don't care what you call it...

Just doing some surfing on the web looking for some Damien Hirst exhibits (because, ya.. .well, he's at it again if you haven't heard) and i happen to stroll upon this. Perhaps its the old pre-med student in me or just the plain fascination of the human body but i absolutely found the whole place mesmerizing.

I found myself looking through a lot of weird stuff. Lots of awesome stuff. And well... just stuff. Which then spurred on the thought that gets brought up so often with scrapbookers: what makes a artist an artist, and can you really call yourself a artist if you just put pictures on a piece of paper. I've come up with my own little conclusion: Art is in the eye of the beholder. Art comes in so many forms. There is art everywhere you look. If you don't see it than you aren't looking hard enough. Or maybe it is because you are looking too hard.

I personally don't really call myself an artist. It's not because i don't think i am, but because i really don't think the title suits me. I'm not exactly sure what i would call myself. But i do know for a fact that art is a part of my very core. Always has been... Always will be.

*I believe that you don't have to love someones work to call them a artist.

*I believe that EVERYONE is a artist in someway or another.

*I believe that my daughter and my two sons are artists and they are at the top of my very long list of AMAZING artists! (as is my incredibly talented brother. I just wish he could make a living at it, he totally deserves it!)

*I believe that life isn't worth living if you can't see the beauty and art in everything around you.

I don't care what you call it! If you feel like you are an artist then you ARE an artist! Who cares what people think anyways?

*SIGH* What i wouldn't do to just go wandering around museums. Walk towns over looking at street-side art. I want to be in the middle of it all. I'm craving it more now than ever. But... no... i have to live in a tiny town where there isn't so much as a few fields, open skies, and mountain backdrops to look at. Beautiful and comforting as it is, the homeyness of it all is almost stifling. I know people would give up everything they own to live in a town like this, who could blame them. I, for one, am one of them, expecially since the chaos of busy places stresses me out. But then again, who can say? Small towns are all i know. Someday. Someday i'll do it, and i'll have my small town to fall back on.