Sometimes, when I tell people that I am a full time artist, I get a response like, "Well, that must be nice. I wish I had that kind of time." Now, I do admit.
I have one of the best jobs in the universe and I am amazingly blessed to be able to pursue my dreams....
but I think it's funny that the idea of a full time artist triggers this landed lady sort of let's do lunch vision in the mind...
(insert artists face here)
Like so many women, my career is only a small facet of what I do in a day... I am also a fulltime mom, housekeeper, wife, washerwomen, cook, tutor, game warden (dogs, fish, mice), ect ect.. and in reality I spend a great deal more time keeping this house and family up and running then I get to spend on my ~art~and ~creativity~.
It can be rather unfabulous....
...but also really glorious at the same time!
I love my job.
Do I work better if the bathroom is clean? I think I actually might! LOL
On most days I catch one or two hours for my own work in the morning between housework and running errands and then I go back to work again after homework, dinner, and bedtime for kids, usually around 9pm. I am pretty much building a business fueled by caffiene and insomnia!Not quite the life of leisure... but
maybe it's ok to prolong the misconception...
is it so bad to have people consider you lucky... or think of you as living some idyllic dream of what it is to be an artist? Maybe it adds allure... I don't know.
Shall we do lunch?
