I Am Not Making Art
I am having an experience
In a recent column, painter Bogdan Luca ponders the question, When does something become art? The upshot of his column is that he feels the term “art” is bandied about a bit too freely.
His essay got me to pondering, too. Is what I do “art”? I remember something plein air painter Stapleton Kearns once wrote:
To me, “artist” sounds pretentious and a little too casual. I am always flattered when other people call me an artist, but I call myself a painter. If people ask what I do, I say, “I am a professional oil painter.” If people ask, “Are you an artist?” I reply, “Oh! I sure hope so!”
