It seems that almost anyone can be an artist. Because as it is said, art is in the eye of the beholder. Not really who said that, but I am pretty certain it was some guy who was trying to sell something thrown together with staples, tape, and random stuff in the junk drawer. How many times have you strolled through a museum or even peered in the windows of an art shop and thought.. ” my kid could have drawn that.. ” or even considered doing it yourself and calling it art?
Crafting however has been taking the world by storm and popping up everywhere. No longer are crafters frilly grandmothers who sip their tea and cover their toilet paper in knitted sweaters. Now crafting is cool and stepped away from the elderly to take on bold colors and daring ideas. Crafters aren’t confined to peddling their goods at flea markets and church sales. Now they have sites like Artfire and Etsy to show off their skills. Now those nifty knitters can take to the web and dress the world warmly with Llama wool scarves and gothic gloves from the comforts of their homes.
But have we created an over abundance of artists in our crafty corners? Page after page of “upcycled,” “unique”, ” OOAK” items are ready for the world to snatch up as they please. Yeah! Or have we lost the rarity of the artist? If anyone can now glue a bean on a rock and sell it as art, then what makes it so special? Perhaps it is this… perhaps what sets those who get out there and create their own style of beauty apart from those who could, but don’t… is desire. As one of those people who sit in a room filled to the top with boxes of ribbons, jars of buttons, stacks of fabric, and rows of thread just waiting for my next middle of the night idea, I have to say I enjoy the rush of delight when someone compliments my latest offering. I actually find myself grinning like a mad fool when someone takes a risk to buy something I’ve made, even though I sometimes have to wonder.. why didn’t they just make it themselves?