A former friend of mine, someone who was "into" art but was, shall we say, a "fair weather" artist, or dabbler, (meaning he liked to take figure drawing classes in the hopes of meeting the girl of his dreams in her natural state), said that he viewed art and creating artwork as "playing" (in a somewhat scathing and supercilious tone of voice). My husband Chris and I were slightly offended by his comment (his intention of course). "Playing" as opposed to what we wondered? Is working toward an artistic goal not ACTUAL work? Then after thinking long and hard, I decided to turn his calculated comment upside down. I work in my studio every day. It is my job to create. Since I now consider my career to be "play time," I feel even more proud of myself and my finished product. While others slave away in corporate America, working to make a faceless entity's "dreams" come true, working to make someone else rich, I can play at what I love to do.
That said, I love playing with glass. Welcome to my blog.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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I agree--there's nothing more frustrating than working every single day of your life towards some faceless entity's goals. It must be so rewarding to do your own thing.
Your creations are very beautiful. It's amazing how a little thing like the tongue can stir up strife. Maybe he's secretly jealous.
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