At the very least I should be able to fabricate some interesting things out of plywood. I wonder if it's terribly gauche to go to art museums with a notebook, trying to fill it with notes on how to reproduce things at home... I should probably start with something really easy, like maybe a ripoff of that guy who made sculptures out of flourescent light fixtures, and then work my way on up to "fun uses for two-by-fours in the yard"... or perhaps I should just put up a wallful of white paper in the living room, and then carefully reproduce one of those elaborate pencil drawings that that artist whose name I've forgotten does? Or perhaps carefully fill ten large pieces of heavy paper with numbers, frame it, throw it on the wall?
At what point do I stop being a poseur and become an actual artist? When I've created something truly original that isn't utterly obviously derivative of someone else's work? You know, it's hard to know when your apprenticeship is over in this day and age.