I think that the entire reason I worked to get my degree was to fight my imposter syndrome.
I had to achieve a bachelors of fine arts from a state university before I could really say that I’m an artist.
Now I don’t believe that for other people… not in the least. Anyone can be an artist.
I guess the difference is that I know where I came from. “i’m polished white trash“ I just always joke. Maybe i’ve been recycled.
I think I needed that stupid piece of paper to take myself seriously. So now I can really say it. I am a trained artist!
But it feels strange; I wish it were more comfortable.
Maybe I’ll grow into it.