When did you become an artist?
It’s a question I get asked frequently. I pause before responding. Answers vary from September 2016 which is when I started my degree, to November 2019 when I graduated, or was it 2017 when I learned to work with silver clay and had my first artist business cards printed? It may have been when I took up photography in 1991.
The reality is it was much much earlier. I learned to stitch when I was just 6 or 7, but probably had a paintbrush or crayons in my hands 2-3 years before that. Perhaps I rearranged a plate of my food at the age of two. Who knows, the exact “when” doesn’t actually matter – what matters is the theory that everyone has a painting in them, just as everyone has a book.
How skilled we become at writing, painting or creating depends on us. It depends on an individual’s passion to create and their drive to improve or develop their own style. But anyone can do it.
I’m currently working on some mindful stitch pieces, just allowing the thread and my mood to take me wherever I need to go.
Recent photography, capturing details spotted along the Norfolk Broads – and exploring layers.
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