This word artist made her uncomfortable and she changed it to craftsperson.
I have done stuff like this myself.
(I love the word craftsperson, too, and grew into that one with calluses and hand tools and time - I earned that one, but artist ... )
The word artist always resonates inside me as ARTIST!!! Capital letters and exclamation points and expectations
and the probability that if I dared to claim this word for myself it was only a matter of time before someone would come along and yank open the curtain and there I would be on a step stool and my tippy toes all wobbly and sweaty and stammering about how I really was an artist .... really.
This is some scary shit.
"art is difficult, risky and frightening -
it's also the only option if we choose to care."
The first time I visited a museum I was in the 4th grade. I was uber excited for this class trip and wore a green plaid vinyl raincoat with a green corduroy collar and carried a Josie and the Pussycats lunchbox.
(that unbeknownst - is that a word, I think so, I just love those 11 letters-to me housed a cheese on white bread sandwich, although I had begged my mother for anything except a cheese on white bread sandwich and she had assured me that it was most decidedly not a cheese on white bread sandwich)
I wandered past the African art and the Asian art and the art of Ancient Egypt and the paintings and sculptures of the European masters.
The paintings were hanging behind ropes and men with uniforms and stern faces stood watch. They were beautiful and amazing and flawless and they were untouchable.
After lunch we clamored into another wing. The boys were laughing and pushing and pointing and pronouncing this stuff was definitely "not art - we could make this stuff", they laughed.
I was mesmerized - this stuff I could understand, this stuff I could touch, was art? I asked the teacher, "what do you call this art?" and he said, "this is called modern art - this is art that has something to say".
Modern art - art that had something to say - I liked the sound of that and I definitely wasn't laughing.
If modern art was something that everybody could make then maybe even a little girl with a crooked hair cut and a Josie and the Pussycats lunchbox with a cheese on white bread sandwich still lying uneaten inside could make it, too.
Part II - what are we saying?