Does this scenario sound familiar?
You’re at a <party/meeting/wherever> and Smarty Pants asks you what you do.
I’m an artist, you say with confidence (of course).
Not missing a beat, Smarty Pants says, “Oh! My aunt is an artist. She does these …”
You drown out the noise and restrain yourself – resisting the urge to stomp your feet and throw a tantrum while shouting, You don’t understand! I’m a REAL artist!
Okay, so what does that mean?
What is a real artist anyway? How do you know if you are one?
Please leave a comment below and share your experiences.