I’m a fine crafter, not a fine artist.
There. I’ve said it.
I visit this site often, and I’m an avid reader of the comments here. I love to read the blogs about shows you’ve done, or your philosophies and perspectives on the art world. I’m fascinated by the thread about show integrity. I don’t tend to comment much because, well,
I’m a fine crafter, not a fine artist.
As a result, I’ve not always felt that my input belongs here. You see, I don’t have an artist’s background. I taught myself how to sew. I started sewing clothing for my daughter because I couldn’t find quality pieces in stores without paying an arm and a leg. Then the patterns weren’t really what I wanted her to wear, so I started creating my own designs. I’d take the leftover fabric and make an outfit for her doll, just for fun. And then, her friends wanted to match their dolls too, word got out, and here I am. And I know what I am.
I didn’t study art in college; I haven’t taken courses in design. I have an MA, not an MFA. So when I read the posts written by fine artists, I stay on the sidelines, watching and learning, but not commenting because, well, you know...
But now I’m diving into a new adventure, one where I get to swim with the big kids. I’ll be participating in the Great Lakes Art Fair in Novi, Michigan, next week. I’ve attended the show several times, but never applied before, because I felt I didn’t fit in – you know, that “art” thing. But a few fine art friends of mine – who’ve done the show - encouraged me to apply, and so I did, and, well, I was accepted.
So here I am, getting ready to step into a new realm of shows. I’m eagerly anticipating it, because I like to push my limits – how else will I grow? I’m looking forward to the challenge this offers me, since I’m definitely going to be the little kid in that big kids’ pool.
I’ve got to be honest, however. After reading comments here about the declining quality of shows or that of the accepted artists, I do have a bit of trepidation as well. Perhaps I’m one of the riff-raff who are besmirching the art world with my pedestrian wares, and, accepted or not, the big kids won’t be happy to see me swimming amongst them.
I hope that’s not the case. I’d like to think that, even though I’m not formally trained and my work is far from museum quality, there still is a place for someone like me at a show like this. I may not be a fine artist, but my work is original, well done, and created entirely by me and me alone. I’ve never claimed to be more than I am, but I do take pride in what I am.
I’m a fine crafter, not a fine artist.
I hope there’s room for me in the pool.