Quirky Arty Happiness

on sketching, persimmons, and really good blankets

I’m an artist. I’m not an artist. Somehow, I manage to hold both of these truths in my head at once.

Lately, I’ve been sketching my coffee each morning. It’s a thing I do, but I wouldn’t say it’s part of my identity. I’d consider myself an artist, in that I’m a person who makes art. I wouldn’t consider myself an artist, in that my art-making is not inte…