Living and working
as an artist is a difficult role to play in our society. When people ask
me what I do, I feel I must convey how committed I am so that “artist”
does not equal “slacker.” Being an artist might be like joining
a private club that has embroidered shirts to announce our affiliation.
More permanent would be a tattoo placed on the neck in the manner of gang
members. Perhaps we wish that being an artist would be viewed as a crowning
achievement and the focus of popular culture. But should I look to society
to validate my work or is it up to me to put that glittering tiara on
my own head?