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I suppose I did my share of coloring inside the lines. I pasted a
coloring book page to a piece of butcher paper once and enlarged it to
include some other stuff too. Art? It was to me.
Let's take a larger look at the definition of an artist, and perhaps
consider that it may be one of those labels that has so much to do with
context, that it defies a place in a pigeonhole. An analogy is the
twenty or so Innuit terms for snow. Who is an artist? Who isn't? Is it a
matter of degree? Where or what is the single defining factor?
I think life, liberty, community, creativity, all these abstract
concepts manifest themselves as a continuum rather than an absolute. I
strive to remain centered.
My point is that there is a bit of the artist in all of us, even those
who "can't draw a straight line," as well as a bit of the idiot.
Trying to keep it between the lines,
Rick in Reno