i consider myself an artist.

when i see a blank page, no matter what size or texture, it is my canvas.

i may fill it with pictures, colors, fonts, decoration, and hours of work until polished and call it a design,

i may scribble words onto its surface, black until the color from reading bursts forth,

i may take a picture and freeze time, molding the world to my vision,

i may sketch my imagination, filling margins with scrolling vines and interlacing figures.

or, i may read someone else's book, view someone else's picture, analyze someone else's design, or see someone else's framed art. and even then i am an artsit, so long as i stop and enjoy, appreicate their talent and vision and boldness.

because in each work are memories and bits of soul. the artist shares these in trust that you will chose to notice.