Nowadays, it seems like anyone can call himself or herself an artist. This type of individual will take mediocre photos shot on a smartphone, spend 10 minutes playing with a monochrome filter (“the contrast just needs to be perfect!”, point to a random word in the dictionary for a TITLE (and write this in at least one other language to show he/ she is truly, unattainably worldly), and – just like magic!- suddenly becomes an artist.
There was a time when being an artist required years – if not decades, or a full lifetime – of commitment to a craft, where endless hours were spent hunched over a table covered with papers or sketchbooks, with trays of watercolors and ink or gold acrylic paint piled high, and a half dozen brushes of various sizes within arm’s reach…
I’d like to think I fall into the second category of artists… but maybe at the end of the day, I’m also just an equally 装-B “ARTISTA!”
A collection of sketches from the first quarter of my Peace Corps Experience (July 2016 – December 2016)