Elizabeth Post Johnson~River Moon Artistry

  “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou My previous post I declared my self embrace of being an Artist, of using the WORD Artist to describe myself. Even though I am self taught.  I also shared about someone who helped make me feel "less than" myself. I have also made peace about that person because I believe they were projecting personal issues on me, and the other people as well.  Sad. Anyway, accepting the Artist title.... That does not come without regrets. I wish... that I could have gone to school for Art. I wish I were in the position to go to school for Art now.  I lack a quirky spontaneity I wish I possessed, but then again there are some chances I take out of ignorance. All in all. I am who I am. I am painting a Peacock for a fundraiser for a local park in Kingston.  I love peacocks. But, I am trying to look at them di

In Art, In Life, In Love, In everything, there will always be mistakes. How we handle them is what determines the preservation of our sanity. The mistakes pictured are from a recent calligraphy job. And that got me thinking.  I do not call myself a calligrapher. I am not that, I am not one. But, I am an Artist, who likes to use the art of beautiful writing and sometimes is able to benefit from practicing this art for other people to address their invitation envelopes, or adorn a loose watercolor rendering with a short poem.... a true calligrapher is very practiced, very focused on their art. They know quite a few lettering styles and use them regularly and without hesitation But, I like what I do as well because it is right for me, it is simple and fairly easy for me. When I was younger, I shied away from referring to myself as an artist. I did not go to school for Art. I felt there was no way for me to do this. Life. Was a mess. Being around artists was not a comfortable place