
Machine stitched a piece of a photo from our trip to Venice several years ago.
No idea what I’m going to to with this canvas but it’s waiting for when my muse drops in for a visit.

Machine stitched a piece of a photo from our trip to Venice several years ago.
No idea what I’m going to to with this canvas but it’s waiting for when my muse drops in for a visit.
As I have enjoyed reading all the amazing blog posts during Art Every Day Month I realized something about me. I have been hesitant to call myself an artist. I wasn’t sure why, but I have felt in my heart I wasn’t an artist yet. Now I know why I felt that way. I “can’t draw”. Somewhere in my mind I have a definition of what it means to be an artist (really realistic sketch artist). Now, here is the crazy part -that definition only applies to me. When I see other artists I don’t put that limiting definition on them – heavens no! Any way they create is art – I have seen stunning photography, body art, paintings, quilting, poetry, writing, and of course, drawings. Thanks to AEDM I know one of my limiting beliefs and can now begin to rewrite it and see myself as an artist. Thanks Leah and all the artists I have met this month!
