Embracing My Inner Artist: Overcoming Imposter Syndrome

Am I Really an Artist? (Spoiler: Yes.)

The other day, I was showing my nephew some of my recent paintings, and before I even realized it, I heard myself say, “I know I’m not really an artist, but…”

Wait. What?

The second it left my mouth, I wanted to snatch the words back. Why was I downplaying something I pour so much time and energy into? Why do we do that—undermine ourselves before anyone else even gets the chance?

I’ve spent my career in finance. I’m a CPA. I’ve been in senior leadership roles at UNC and Duke, managing budgets, forecasts, spreadsheets—you name it. That world made sense. It came with clear rules, structured paths, and titles that felt safe and familiar.

But this? Art? It’s different. There’s no official certification that says, Congrats! You are now an Artist™! No final CPA exam to pass before I can claim the title. And that’s where imposter syndrome sneaks in.

Here’s the thing, though—I am an artist. I paint almost every day. I experiment, I get lost in color palettes and brushstrokes, and I absolutely love it. That should be enough, right?

And yet, I still find myself hesitating. Maybe you’ve felt this too—like you need permission to own a new identity. But who exactly are we waiting for? A jury of experts? An official “Artist Committee” that deems us worthy?

Nope. The only thing that actually matters is that we keep going. Keep making things. Keep embracing what lights us up.

So if you’re doubting yourself today, here’s your permission slip: You’re allowed to love what you do. You don’t need anyone’s approval.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite Van Gogh quotes:
"If you hear a voice within you saying, ‘you are not a painter,’ then by all means paint… and that voice will be silenced.”

Let’s keep creating. Let’s drown out the doubt. And let’s own the things that bring us joy.

See you next time,
Katie Thornsvard
Owner/Artist, Wild Thorn Collective

Previous
Previous

Behind the Brush: Creating Petal Whirl

Next
Next

Behind the Scenes at Wild Thorn Collective: The Making of Abstract Wag