TWO PEOPLE
Sometimes I feel
like I am two people:
I work as an
archivist during the weekdays.
I play as an artist
in my free time.
But recently I realised
that when I close the door to my office...
... the job almost
immediately drops from my mind.
I hardly ever think
about work in my free time.
It's not that I ignore it
or hate it,
I just don't really
care all that much to be bothered with it.
Work simply stays at
work where it belongs.
I do it to make a
living and keep a roof over my head and food on the table.
Art is different.
When I close the
door to my studio my art goes with me everywhere.
I see colours and
images, sometimes I even document them.
I think up ideas and
dig up inspiration from all around me.
I take my camera, my
notebook, my passion, along with me.
Even when I'm not working
on something artsy I'm thinking of something artsy ...
....or am being
inspired by other people's artsy stuff.
Ideas are everywhere all
the time!
Everything, and I do
mean EVERYTHING, is fodder for my artsy endeavours.
And there is just no
time that I can think of when art is not on my mind...
...or on my soul.
It occurs to me that when
I think of art and creativity 24/7...
...and leave my job
behind me at the office the moment I leave...
...I am not two
people after all.
I am actually one
very distinct person.
And that person just
happens to be an ARTIST.
Even if I don't make a
living doing art...
...I do make a
life doing art.
And maybe that is all that
matters.
So if you ever wonder if
you're an artist...
...maybe you should
think about what is in the front of your mind and heart.
What makes your soul come
to life?
For what we live and
breathe through the days of our lives...
...may truly tell us who
we really are.
