I have the slippers on that Mum sent me once, (not to be seen in public but great for travel) and they are a comfort away from home.
Messages about ‘Quilter versus Artist’ from another group on the internet reminds me of all the things I think of and value as an artist.
I imagine you all feel a similar way, but when I am in a situation with people who ask what I ‘do’ or even long term friends who consider my life frivolous and can’t understand my passion for art, photography, quilting…. that’s when I draw on my inner sanctum and and retrieve my consideration for those who ask the question.
I saw this statement recently.
“I relate to everything—history, photography, and even my own emotions and creativity—through my expression of art. It just feels like a natural part of me, and is the language that I want to speak in and communicate with.”
But it’s not understood by all and…….. am I concerned?….. not really.
There are more important things in life really.
I’m proud to be a ‘Quilter’ if someone thinks I sit home and sew patches or make tissue box covers and my life is an extended hobby. That’s OK too.
I know who I am and I am very comfortable in my skin I don’t feel the need to make others understand.