After days, months, years of trying...

...I am still trying to figure out what it means to live my life as an artist.

It has taken years to be able to define myself as such. When asked I used to always say I was an art student. Even when I wasn't, and I had students of my own. I never felt ready to tell others about my art; they found out about it by accident, when they saw me walking around with paint on my clothes and in my hair or even on my face, or when they saw me with a sketchbook in hand. Then, as now, my sketchbook is just as likely to have a random bit of writing or random doodles in it as it is to have anything potentially ready for display.

What does my life look like as an artist? How can I present myself as an artist to the world?

I wondered about the day to day, the moment to moment. How does the artist fill their hours and figure out where new works come from?