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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

What's In A Name?

They call me:
Facebook Addict
Online Gamer
TV Watcher
and I am sure a lot more, but the one thing I can't bring myself to call myself is an Artist. For some reason there is a formality that comes to mind when I hear the word "artist." It seems that it is what you call people whose work hangs in art galleries. All of my work stays in my journals.

Don't get me wrong, I love art. I go to lots of art shows, but I don't have anything that I would call a work of art. Everything always just seems like practice. The question is, what will it take to get my work out of a book and onto a canvas or some other concrete object worth displaying or sharing. I feel comfortable sharing with my Sketchbook and Blogger friends, but beyond that corner of my world I do not stray.

How does one come to the point where she say, my work is worth sharing with world? How do I come to believe that my work has more value than just the materials I put into it? This is not a call for compliments or strokes. I am truly curious. How do I break out of my little world?

Today's Music Note: You are listening to "That's Not My Name" by the Ting Tings. It makes me think of my friend Peggy who used to take my dog Zoey for a walk with my son. They would come back - cheeks red from the summer heat - singing "They call me Sta-Cey." It makes me smile. The other reason I like this song is it reminds me of my dad. He named me after his mother. Only at home did people call me nicknames. My first year at school, some teacher called me Maryann or Rosemarie. (I don't remember which because for years after that I was called some form of Anne and Mary or Marie.) Mom said, "That's not your name." I said, "I knew who she meant." It wasn't until 7th grade when my band director listed me as "Annie" on a concert program that I realized that it mattered, especially to my dad. He came up to me after the concert asking me why it listed me as Annie. I told him that was what Mr. Sulak called me. Dad told me, "That's not your name. You tell Mr. Sulak, that your name is Annemarie." The next day, I nervously approached him and said, "Mr. Sulak, my daddy said my name isn't Annie. It's Annemarie. Please don't call me Annie." He said fine and that was the end of that. From that point on I have always made sure that people call be my full name. It's a mouthful, but that is my name. What do people call you?


Andre Rodriguez said...

Sister, you are definitely an artist. I look at the things you do and then see the artwork sold in shops around here, and you're just as good as many and better than many more. You've got a definite style all your own. I could see you having a "following." :D

McMGrad89 said...

Thanks brother. As soon as I can get my art supplies from storage I would like to pursue this avenue a little more.

Adriann said...

I'm a fan!

GG said...

Have a collection of your work of at least 60-100 pieces. Choose a size, style, medium, theme, etc... and stick with it. Take good pictures of your best work. Then start with the library. Bring your work and impress them and audition for a solo show. Build your resume with these shows. Then work the local community center. Some of them have art galleries. Hope this helps. I have all the theories but have not done much with it. Hope you would.

miruspeg said...

I like GG's advice, sounds like it could definitely work.

Your art is very good Annemarie, you just have to find a style that you are happy with and work on that until you build up a portfolio. The more you share it, the more you will believe in your ability as an artist.

Oh I love the Ting Tings! I still play that song regularly in the car and sing at the top of my voice.
Another song I sing and one we taught James was "Friends" by Flight of the Conchords...remember?
"Friends walk together
La La La La
Pop and lock together
(Zzi zzu Zzi Zzu)"

Enjoy your new journey my friend.
Peggy xxxxxx

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