A journey in and out of art

I started off just making art.
Then I realized I was  making objects.
These objects were commodities, and I didn't want them to be.
I tried to make them experiences that would last not things that would last.
I tried to make them gifts.
Then I realized that art was making me.
I was a conduit or a voice, and I had to deserve it.
The objects were trail markers.
Still I might never arrive.
I had left art behind.
I was art.
That was humbling.