It’s hard to be an artist. There’s the economy of the visual arts (I’m thinking of https://www.aup.nl/en/book/9789053565650/why-are-artists-poor). Then there’s the self esteem aspects, linked so closely to culture. In France an artist is a normal person. In England an artist is an anomaly. In Italy an artist is not a person who is alive, artists being those who are dead and famous, adorning bottles of wine. Or so it seems to me… It’s hard to consider in a “real way” that one is an artist. Especially so if you never went to art school? I find it hard. With Hatchery it has become easier. Why?
Possibly because my self esteem as an artist is so non existent, I have consistently believed that the other Hatchery artists did not consider me to be an artist. I have been an artist for 30 years in my imagination but never had a chance to do it with confidence and audience before in real life – or if I did it was fleeting, just a bit, here, there, not for long. A tiny exhibition, a sale that year, one the next. In such a mental space of questioning who one is -one’s working identity of which I have already a few – I’ve been battling with this identity issue. In it I decided to simply BE an artist. It feels great.
It feels undeniable.