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I've finally got a name for it- that feeling of intimidation in the face of college educated artists. The feeling that, because my artistic knowledge was mostly gained outside the classroom, it can never truly measure up to people who went to a four year and got a degree. It dogged me for years, the sense that I wasn't "allowed" to make "real" art and so stayed away from showing my stuff and even from entering art supply stores. It's called being a bastard. An artistic bastard. Pretty mean, but don't misunderstand. I am not using this term to describe anyone but myself. Self taught artists abound and flourish in careers everywhere. But for