Who are you? Who are you as an artist? Please don’t ask me how I see you, because what I think doesn’t matter.

I have an opinion, but my opinion is clouded by where I went to school, where I grew up, and what I like to eat for breakfast. If you ask someone else what they think of your artwork, their opinion might be different.

People tell you they “love” your work, “absolutely love” your work. Yet, you still doubt.

 

You worry about what other people think, and somehow you forget who you are.

Maybe that’s not you. Maybe you don’t care what people think about your work. Maybe you can hang your art on the wall in a gallery and not throw up before the opening.

At the Alberta College of Art, where I studied photography, my instructor gave us an assignment to do a self-portrait. Mine was a series of individual 8×10 prints of parts of my body. Part of the images are on a contact sheet I found last night in a box of prints.

Who are you?

Do you listen to your own voice? Or do you seek your image in the faces and opinions of others?

I am looking for my face, for who I am. I have spent most of my life looking for my voice in other’s people’s opinions, and then you become a reflection of yourself. Reversed, not there.

Listen to your own voice. Create you.

Find you.

I will search with you.

ART ASSIGNMENT

How do you see yourself?

How would you draw yourself, or photograph yourself? What song or story would you write that describes you?

Create a self-portrait, and share it in the comments.

Use any medium, paint, crayons, photography, sculpture, words, rip up magazine’s and make a collage.

How do you see yourself? Show us.

xo
Pamela

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