One of the most wonderful things about art is the amount of freedom it provides. We can make art out of almost any material and about any subject matter. It is an excellent means of self-expression as well as self-exploration. One of my favorite moments in the artroom is when a student has an a-ha moment and is surprised by how well their piece has turned out or thrilled at the mastery of a new technique. They do not always know how talented they are and art teaches them what they are capable of.
Personally, I started to identify myself as “an artist” very early in life. I loved to make things and working with my hands. In elementary school, I used to go into my backyard and dig clay out of the ground. I sculpted it into small bird’s heads and used pebbles for the eyes. I would bake them on the driveway until they hardened in the sun. This was perfectly normal to me, because I was “an artist”. I looked for any excuse to make things and loved sharing what I had made with others. My parents were the recipients of countless creations over the years as I explored various artistic avenues.