The Accidental Masterpiece

I don't really know how to express my feelings while I was reading the intro to this book. If anything I was lost in the thoughts of my own mind while seeing the words of another's.  While reading I was saying to myself "wow its amazing how much passion these people have for something as trivial as light bulbs!" Then I think to myself... well I really don't have that kind of drive and end all be all mind set while making art. Does that make me an impostor? Am I still an artist or just a creator? Every year taking this class I always end up with more questions then answers & every year I'm left to redefine myself as a person or how I identify myself. Right now I'm not really sure where I stand,  but what I noticed most I was reading is how there was a beautiful transition from talking about one artist to another. It was so fluent after I finished reading I realized it was about multiple people and not just a single artist. I think the reason my favorite part of the into was when the blind man would touch paintings just to feel the art. I feel that might be me trying to hold on to the artist in me while it's slowing fading away.