I am a wannabe artist.
When I say this I don’t mean that I wish I could be an artist, but I just couldn’t cut it. I’m not saying that I envy those with artistic abilities vastly superior to my own and know I can never live up to their standard. It doesn’t matter to me that I can’t do what they do, how they do it. That’s all irrelevant.
I’m a wannabe artist because I love to create. Movies. Graphic Design. Photos. Stories. Songs. Strategies. Ideas. It doesn’t matter what it is, I long to grab a shovel and turn over the soil to see what’s hiding underneath. I want to uncover what nobody else in history has ever seen or thought to show others. I want to find that connection between 2 or 3 or 10 things that were once so foreign to one another, and yet when brought into parallel with each other make complete and perfect sense. I want to grab a ladder and climb up and down and peek through the crevices, straining to see things from a unique perspective. I want to see and experience and exhibit something different, something that has never been seen ever before… something different, and yet meaningful.
I’m a wannabe artist because I always want to be creating something new. Whether I’m making a movie or teaching a Math class.
I’m a wannabe artist because of the times in my life that I forgot. When I was content to follow the same tired path day after day after day and collapse into monotony. When I forgot who I was.
But when I am creating I feel the joy of my Creator. And He saw that it was good.
The main difference between a wanna be artist and a real one is practice.
Natural ability is so utterly overrated its unfathomable.
Natural ability is a y-intercept. Practice is your slope. Eventually, if you continually outwork someone who is more gifted than you, you will catch up and surpass them.
right on, good word.
So in this analogy, the area under the curve is my awesomeness, right?