I don’t claim to be an artist, or even that I’m good at art. I often joke that my art only looks good to someone who doesn’t know what they are looking at. I do have my moments of blinding creativity and make something incredible, but most of the time I understand up with something underwhelming.
The strange part of all this is that I am an art student. After this semester I only need one class to get my degree, but honestly I don’t have a whole lot of skill to back up my school credits. I’ve been so focused on getting good grades that I haven’t really focused on the one thing that matters: creating art.
A few days ago, my instructor overheard a conversation in the studio between students debating entering a graduate program. She told them, “The only thing you need to do to be an artist is to make art.”
Those words really resonated with me. Despite being a full time art student, I’ve only actually completed one or two pieces in the last month. Most of my schooling is reading and papers. I don’t draw daily or sketch my ideas. Sitting down to create is almost a chore.
So tonight I’ve gathered my pencils and sat down to work out a drawing. I didn’t have any ideas so I flipped through a magazine for the first image that caught my attention.
I’m not terribly proud of it, but I think it’s a good start.