It's inevitable; nearly each time I attend an art fair as a presenting artist, I am asked, "Where did you go to school?" Because I received my BA in Interdisciplinary Skills at age 39 from UW-Green Bay, that's what I assume they want to know.
But no. They want to know where I received my formal training in art.
Now, I have learned to take this as a very kind compliment, but I have to admit it has taken me a long time not to feel inferior when this question is posed to me.
Here's a sample of how the self talk in my head used to go:
Oh crap! Do I need a formal art education to be considered an artist?
What do I say? What do I say? Eeeek!
Shoot! Should I get a formal art education?
Is that a hint I need to?
If I had a better education, would I be a better painter?
You see, before I was an artist, I had a different career. One that I loved. One that was the best thing I'll ever do. But it didn't come with a glorious title. Nor did it come with monetary compensation. It didn't require any formal training either, but I can say that I did very well, and was probably deserving of a few promotions in my time.
I was a stay-at-home mom.
No, I don't have any formal training as an artist. But I've stored up years worth of joy and love from our three children. Without regret, I've hugged and kissed quite a few animals too!
That's all the training this farmy artist needs for education. A FARMal education!
Praying you're well educated in the art of love,