I don't look like an artist. But then, what does an artist look like? I always thought you had to have color in your hair, your body a canvas to be decorated, your dress an outlet for creativity. Don't artists decorate their bodies with piercings and tattoos? Don't they walk around as their own greatest art piece? I don't.
I am just a civilian dressed, hair back, muscle ache, tired hands human who can't seem to make it through a day without getting dirty. I'm just a young woman with calloused hands and blue jeans, rinsing off the dust of the ceramics studio before falling into bed, spent, at sunrise. And I will be an old woman with tired back and strong hands pushing through the pain of years of work to make one more piece.
I don't look like an artist. But then, the artists I see are average people in average dress with extraordinary eyes and heart that beat strong for their calling. The artists I know wake up early and go to bed tired. The artists I know look like me.
