Have you read the news,? They’re predicting that artists are being replaced by robots. That art as we know it is dead. Artificial Intelligence, they call it. A.I. But what is AI? During a recent Coaching Call, I hosted Working Artist alumni Michael Pierre Price to talk about AI + Art. We recorded the call and […]
An artist recently told me that for years there was a battle inside her head as both hemispheres of her brain struggled to control her fate. The right side of her brain screamed to be an artist. It wanted to play, to make, to create. But the left side of her brain had other ideas.
It was Day 16 of my crowd-funding campaign and I had only cried in public once. Twice. Online crowd-funding is not for the faint of heart. This was a several years ago, when I was raising the funds to create The Working Artist. It was my dream to create an online business school for artists
Do you hate social media? Do you hate self-promotion? Do you hate the competitiveness? The vacuous echo? The soul-sucking amount of time it takes? I hated all those things too. Yet people were always telling me that I had to do it. I had to do what everyone else is doing. There was no other
I don’t know about you, the last years have taught me some important lessons. These lessons marked my soul so deeply that they should be tattooed into my very flesh. They are the lessons of faith, grace, and joy. Faith. Like many artists, I often suffer from anxiety. There never seems to be enough time,
Has anyone ever told you that your creative work sucks? If not, just wait. It’ll happen. And when it does, avoid the urge to hide in a hole. Instead, consider it a rite of passage… I’ve been told several times over my career that I’m not a good writer. And my photographs have been dismissed
All artists have dreams, wishes and goals. It doesn’t matter whether we keep our light hidden and never share our aspirations with another soul, or we announce our plans loudly to the universe. Either way, as artists, we all want our work to be seen, to connect with others. We each desire respect for our talent and our
This picture of me is not the most glamorous, yet it’s my favorite. Let me explain. All my life I’ve been terrified of sharks. Truly terrified. My fears grew so big that I became unable to go in the ocean, in lakes, and finally, I couldn’t even go into swimming pools. Seriously! I know that
I like a hero as much as the next girl, maybe more. Probably more. But my heroes aren’t action stars, sports legends, nor Kardashians. They’re not even all artists. My heroes tend to be the special teachers I’ve had over the years. A few of them worked in a classroom, most of them didn’t. But
Artist Luis Jimenez died tragically in an accident in June of 2006. At the studio where I worked, Luis was the first artist I knew to pass away. Artists Fritz Scholder and Keith Haring had also worked with us and gone before him, but Luis was on my watch – and he was family. Luis Jimenez