{"id":1420,"date":"2009-10-25T16:21:36","date_gmt":"2009-10-25T23:21:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=1420"},"modified":"2009-11-01T20:51:39","modified_gmt":"2009-11-02T03:51:39","slug":"portrait-of-an-artist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2009\/10\/25\/portrait-of-an-artist\/","title":{"rendered":"portrait of an artist"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night, we attended an art show<\/a>. A big one. In an actual museum. And I was one of the artists.<\/p>\n

We were asked to pose for a photo<\/a> on the red carpet. We got escorted into the gallery, passing a line of people waiting to get in. We even got congratulated by complete strangers just for being in the show. I was hardly expecting the royal treatment that we received. I was just thrilled to be in a museum show at all.<\/p>\n

As I walked past the wall of art work, I realized that I could no longer fall back of any of the “I’m not a real artist” excuses that I’d been leaning on most my life. No, I didn’t go to art school. I have no formal education, no studio, no following. I participated in my first art show because my husband asked the curators for permission, not because I got an actual invitation. <\/p>\n

But since that first show several years ago, I have participated in half a dozen more shows, exhibiting—and selling—my work. I have gotten hired by clients to design and draw things because they like my style. I have even been featured in a book<\/a> about other artists. <\/p>\n

Whether I like it or not, I am an artist<\/a>. And last night, I let myself celebrate.<\/p>\n

***<\/div>\n

After the show, I pulled out of the parking lot, cutting off a shiny black Escalade. I was feeling giddy and, I’ll admit, a little bit high on myself.
\n“You just cut off George Takei<\/a>,” Rama said.
\n“I did?!”
\n“Yeah.”
\n“Oh, shit,” I gasped. “Sorry, Sulu!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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