I was always told that I was an artist. People seemed impressed and really it was the only thing I really, REALLY enjoyed. On the other hand, i was constantly told that art would never get me anywhere. Art wasn't a valued thing in our family. It was interesting, sometimes even impressive, but not valued. Just another unnecessary thing to distract people from the work that needed to be done or the other stuff that was really important to them. My sister has a boxer. Just one in a long line of boxers. I made a wax sculpture for her and bronzed it with a bronze patina. I was proud of how it turned out. In another way, though, It doesn't matter much.