how to know if you are really an artist

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Today’s guest is someone I’ve eyed from afar for a great long while, seeing profound connections in how we each see the world, adorned with paint-stained clothes and a desire to heal through art.  I’ve wished many a time that it was possible to wiggle my nose and magically appear in Oakland, California, where I would partake in all of her lovely offerings in her colorful studio…   and even though we’ve never met in person, I think it’s quite possible that we might be sisters separated at birth.   I’m tickled at the opportunity to share this little corner of the ethers with…

 …the OUTRAGEOUS Chris Zydel!

In my intuitive painting classes and workshops I always create talking circles where people can take a few minutes to share about what I like to call their “point of greatest aliveness”. And one of the most beautiful and poignant moments in these containers of trust is when someone will speak out loud, often for the first time, these four magic words: “I am an artist.”

The way they say it can run the gamut from shyly to incredulously to boldly to fiercely with a great burning pride. But there is always something so incredibly tender underneath how they express this new found realization.

When most people come to my studio it’s because they have begun to feel the stirrings of  a deep desire to express themselves creatively. And to express that longing with paint.

They know, because it’s the promise that I make, that they can explore these longings in a safe environment where they won’t be judged or criticized or held to some impossible yardstick of perfection that they could never achieve.

But when they come to my studio they also have a secret desire. One that is so secret that they can’t even let THEMSELVES know that they have it. And that is the desire to fully own their identity as an artistic being.

One of the reasons this desire is so hidden is because it’s forbidden. Saying you’re an artist , claiming yourself as a person who belongs to the artist club is perceived as incredibly risky because we are taught that a true “artist” is an extremely rare bird.

We are told that being an artist means you have to be special. Out of this world gifted. Ridiculously talented. There are criteria that you have to meet. Hoops to be jumped through. Standards to be achieved.

I was talking about this issue with a few of my friends recently and some of the criteria that were mentioned were having gone to a prestigious art school, having your work being shown in a gallery, having a recognizable style that is based on a genre already well defined and of course, the holy grail and the REAL proof that you are an artist, being paid for your work.

There was also discussion about how scary it is to make that claim because doing so makes you visible. And visibility means that you open yourself up to the possibility of criticism. Of being shot down. Of someone saying to you “Who do you think you are? How can you call yourself an artist? You are not good enough to join our artists club!”

So the secret wish and truly secret identity remains hidden and stays underground.

Which is incredibly sad for everyone because that means the world is deprived of the beauty and vision that only that person can bring.

Because do you want to know the truth? Being an artist is something that is available to anyone and everyone. And the true criteria are actually very simple to achieve. So if you are still asking yourself the question “Am I an artist?” here are some ways that you can tell.

If you think you’re an artist, you’re an artist.

If you want to be an artist, you’re an artist.

And if you are someone who has devoted themselves to making art, no matter where you went to art school or if you never went to art school at all and even if you’ve never made a dime off of your work YOU ARE AN ARTIST!

An artist is a person who is in love with art. In love with life. In love with the creative process.

An artist is a person who creates because creating is what they were born to do. And since we were all born to be creators we all have the right to proudly claim that title.

So if you are someone who has been holding yourself back from saying YES to your artist self because of fear or shame or doubt, consider this post to be a permission granted slip from the Universe. Use it as a nudge and an invitation to come out from the shadows and stand tall in your full creative awesomeness.

And don’t let anyone tell you ever again, that being an artist is something you could never be.

Because, guess what? If you are reading these words it can only mean one thing.

Congratulations!! You are unequivocally and without a doubt already an artist.

 

Chris Zydel, MA is the founder of Creative Juices Arts, and has an unshakeable faith in the power of creativity to heal hearts and to change lives. She also knows deep in her bones that everyone is creative.  She is on a mission to prove that to the world by providing nurturing and joy-filled creative sanctuaries of encouragement, permission and trust in the sacred energy of play and creativity that lives inside of us all. You can find out more about her work at http://www.creativejuicesarts.com

 

 

 

11 comments

  1. jzr says:

    Great post, Chris. I never went to art school and I’m happy I didn’t. Not going has given me the opportunity to create my own vision without having to color within the lines and follow all of the rules.

  2. Thank you Chris! THANK YOU!
    You’ve put into words..very succinctly and beautifully into words what is in my heart.

  3. Lisa says:

    Hey Chris… thank you soooo much for putting your beautiful words out there. They can NEVER be said too many times. I’m soooo happy to share this space with you.

    This part stuck out for me… “There was also discussion about how scary it is to make that claim because doing so makes you visible. And visibility means that you open yourself up to the possibility of criticism. Of being shot down. Of someone saying to you “Who do you think you are? How can you call yourself an artist? You are not good enough to join our artists club!”

    Here’s to being seen…. to being visible… to no longer hiding our creative selves. YES! Now off I go to paint! :)

    xoxo
    Lisa

  4. chris zydel says:

    Dear Lisa,

    Thank you so much for this lovely opportunity to share some of my thoughts on the creative process with your folks here in your beautiful blog home!! I LOVE being part of the Blog Hullaballoo!!

    Much love,

    Chris

  5. Lynna G says:

    Fantastic post. Beautiful. Inspiring. Thank you.

  6. Yay! Yay! Yay!
    I love being an artist. It is truly the path of heart for me. And Grateful to all of the artists in the world who are uplifting other artists. Sharing our visions makes for happy thriving, loving creating juicy art!

    thanks Chris and thanks Lisa!

  7. Mary says:

    Totally true. Thank you for saying it so well, for encouraging our innate artistry. My art-making is in the top three things that make my life so wonderful.

  8. Yes! We are all artists. A similar conversation came up in my women’s circle, especially the part about how *real* artists show their art and get paid for it. And as the women became more comfortable with claiming their artist selves, they started playing and pretending they were having those conversations with the “artist’s club” people. LIke this…

    Yes, I’m a dancer. Where do I dance? Around my living room!
    Yes, I’m a poet. Where have I been published? In my personal journal!
    Yes, I’m a musician. Where do I play? Wherever people want to fill their souls with music!

    It was such a fun and memorable evening. We all got bold and sassy. And after that, none of us ever doubted again that we were artists.

  9. And this is why I adore what they call “outsider art” – people painting on cardboard box flaps, discarded corrugated tin. People finding flattened drink cans and finding faces in them. That sort of thing. These people just have to express themselves and from what I can tell, they don’t give one iota that they don’t’ have an art degree. Whether their expressions appeal to you or not, may we all hold their spirit, cut loose, and create intuitively. (What a FUN post. I’m scooting over to thank Teresa Deak for the bread crumbs that led me here.)


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