Geez. Just a little question.
Why do I make art?
My first thought is ~ because I have to. It is who I am. It is what I love. What I do. But why?
As a little girl, I remember always needing and wanting to make something. It might have been art, or craft, or sewing, or baking, or arranging leaves in the yard into imaginary home floorplans. (Yes!) I went to the arts & crafts section of our ChildCraft encyclopedia for ideas regularly. I probably drove my mom crazy.
This question has been rolling around in my head for days. Why do I make art?
Could be that this is a way for me to handle my anxiety. Some people exercise. I eat. Or make something.
Could be a great means of escape from the drudgery of life. A great distraction from doing something else that is responsible. As an artist, I have a ready excuse to say that my play is my work. Doesn't that sound great? But that brings up the topic of value. Feeling valued, and having the general public understand the value of art, and the artist's work. I am constantly asked to donate my work to auctions, for good causes, for the community. But REALLY. Does anyone ask the insurance salesman to donate a policy? Or the plumber to offer up a free service? There is value is the work - and play - that I do. I need to remind myself of that!