I have a job which involves planning, promoting and presenting art programs for kids in a library.
Sounds like a spectacular job.
As a kid and for quite some time into adulthood, I didn't think of myself as the artist/artisan of the family. My father was "the carpenter." My sister was "the artist." One brother was "the mechanic." Another brother was "the musician." I merely "dabbled" and "had fun." I'd watch my sister obsess and sweat over details in her drawings and think to myself, "It looks like she's torturing herself. Must be what it is to be an artist. Not for me." I'd shake my head then go off to ride my bike, always trying to go faster and jump higher. I'd go make animals and little elves out of mud then houses for them out of bark and leaves. I'd run around the yard, banging on my "drums" (tree stumps, pipes, buckets) with sticks.
Now, I enjoy playing music: drums, piano (by ear and when I write music; I have a hard time reading music), and I'm learning to play a didgeridoo I made.
I consider physical activity to be an artform because I can work to perfect skills and the beauty of the movement itself. The activities I enjoy include: yoga, tai chi, dance of all forms, dirt-biking, mountain biking, and golf.
Visual arts: I am primarily a sculptor but also enjoy painting; also, I'm into digital art and photography.
Although I haven't done a lot of it yet, I love building things.
Crafts I enjoy: leather tooling, nature art (like Andy Goldsworthy), 3D beadwork, jewelry making (just starting), etc.
I am also a writer. I want to try interior design, being an architectural designer, carpentry, and clock-making.
I run the risk of making hubby sick of my favorite shows: "Look What I Did!," "Design on a Dime," and "Color Splash" on HGTV as well as the "Woodwright's Shop." Woe to him if we ever get the DIY channel.
