You really are! And I am too. It took a long time for me to claim the description. I was never as artistic as my mother, who always made my elementary school projects look better. I was the least artistic of my sisters. My drawings were always a little out of proportion, and my lines were never as strong as I would have liked. It took a devastating loss that led me, in desperation, to a writing workshop on grief, to set me on the path to calling myself an artist.