I want to be an artisan.

Making beautiful things is so much more fulfilling than purchasing them. Fulfilling, satisfactory, joy bringing, expressive. The things I want to make are not meant to be artworks. They are meant to be pretty and mine. They are meant to heal my pain through dedication and time I put in them. They are meant to make me- and hopefully others -  happy. They are meant to help me deal with tough emotions. I don't want to educate, inspire, convey any significant message. I want to work with my hands, with my eyes, with my brain in the comfort and peace of my home in order to sort of "meditate" and find joy in a moment. Am I an artist? Hell, no! Am I an artisan? Hope to. One day for sure.