I hesitate to call myself an artist.
Like many other creative types out there, I spend my time measuring my skills against those far superior to my own. (At least, the people doing all this amazing stuff look like they have their shit together better than I do.) I see paintings in galleries, coffee shops and restaurants, I admire them and then feel a twinge of jealousy: their stuff is up there, not mine.
Not that I've ever made an effort to change that. Fearful of not measuring up, of being declined, of being told it just isn't good enough to go on their walls, I've shied away from opportunities to "go public".
Well, screw that. My first painting for sale is now hanging at the Art House Café.