I guess I just figured everyone who stumbled across it would just psychically know who I was and what I do and why they should bother sticking around.
No? Not true? Sorry about that.
I mean, I had that measely little widget that blogger provides as a standard but they don't say much. So tonight I made a proper About Me page. I have to admit, it wasn't the easiest thing to do. I'm never really quite sure how to talk about myself.
Want to shut me up? Say this, "So tell me about yourself." Instant silence, mind goes blank, my IQ drops to that of a turnip.
Why does this happen to us? Why is it that we find it so hard to say what we do, what we love, who we are? Its not an egotistical thing to do. I mean, it sort of is, but unless you all come equipped with some kind of getting-to-know-you mind reading superpower that I don't have, its necessary to get to know one another.
So its up top in the bar beneath my blog header. But just in case you aren't inclined to click on it, I'm putting it in this post as well.
Hi, my name is Lynn and its nice to meet you.
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From my About Me page:
I'm Lynn Krawczyk and I'm a serial artist.
No, really. I am. I pack in art making and crafting and general creative goodness in every single second of every single day.
I spent a good chunk of my adult life in corporate America, running in circles, trying to find a way to hold onto my sanity. Time and again, I found that stealing a few moments away to myself without the constant noise and distraction of what felt like a daily schedule with rabies was the only way to keep my mind reasonably sane.
The odd thing of it all is that I did not discover I was an artist until I was in my mid twenties. It seems like something that should show up sooner then that, doesn't it? I guess I needed to let it percolate for twenty some odd years before it was ready to go. But here I am now, feeling really confident about owning the title of Artist.
Now I create constantly, obsessively and often without regard for my own personal reputation. (I Love Lucy anyone? Just wait, the studio and I are sure to cough up a story that makes you snicker.)
But calling myself Artist didn't come easy. I had to work at it. Which suits me just fine. I'm a no nonsense kind of woman. I don't expect anything to come easy, at least not anything that is worth having. And being an Artist is no different.
Its been a wild ride and you know what? Its not over yet.
I'm making changes in 2011. I'm going to talk endlessly about owning your voice. Really owning it. Take all the classes you want, read all the books, study other's work. But get to your studio, and DO THE WORK.