“I am an artist” 

I yelled across the room today while interviewing the Graduate Engineer at work.

Wow!

That was enthusiastic!

…and why am I yelling?

Who am I yelling at?

… I think it’s me!

I’ve always been an artist.

I think like one.

I look like one.

I act like one.

But I haven’t always practiced like one.

I’ve invested years in the pursuit of professionalism.

Level achieved!

I manage a boutique engineering consultancy… Boom! Boss lady!

But here is my inner artist yelling that she exists to this to-be-engineer!

Desperate for validation.

Desperate to be seen.

Desperate to be known.

… What am I yelling for?

I got so excited, an engineer mentioned art. These things don’t stereotypically go together.

I got so excited and realised that my inner artist is always excited!

She wants to create all the time!

But there is this thing…

This condition I had invented about being an artist…

This condition that … I am only an artist if I make my entire income from my art!

…That I’m only be an artist if I studied art at university.

…That I’m only an artist if I make my income from my art.

…I’m only an artiste is it’s my only passion in life!

WHAT IS THAT!?!

There are no conditions I need to fulfill for me to create!

I create art!

I AM AN ARTIST!

I’ve been an artist my whole life, and today I admitted it to myself out loud as well as to a room full of engineers!