Last night was great.
And not just because I stayed in, ate cherry pie a la mode, and spent time with my favorite Bird Lady. I also had a series of fascinating conversations [somewhat simultaneously; insert begrudging sense of appreciation for the immediacy of modern technology]. All of them were focused-one way or another- on creativity, art, and how we as people-beings express ourselves with them.
At one point, Chris-who had called me looking to collaborate on a project-said, “I knew you were an artist, so I figured we should.”
“What kind of thing did you have in mind?” I asked him. I was flattered, but confused. He forgot to call me a blogger. He had just said I was an artist, and I had this odd compulsion to clear the air as a result.
But as we were talking, I remembered. I write songs often. I paint occasionally. I draw in little notebooks. I even sing, when the opportunity [a gracious audience full of gentle souls I probably know very well] presents itself.
And I thought about Patti Smith for the first time in a while.
At any given time, she has been a writer, a singer, a model, a photographer, an actress, a songwriter, a visual artist [painting, drawing, collage], and a poet: probably all at the same time. She has the right idea. She is an artist. Art is her medium.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that- in an effort to explain my quirks in a concise fashion-I had been cheating myself. Limits are for the professionals and mathematicians. They are not for me to impose on my own creativity or desire to learn.
So, I guess what I’m saying is. I’m not “just a blogger” anymore than someone who paints is “just a painter”. We are all artists.
So, do what you love. Find something new. Try everything. Learn from it all. Enjoy all the parts of who you are.