This exercise has taken a lot of mulling over.
I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that I am a one woman committee**. I'm also a sufferer of imposter syndrome (no art qualifications at all so how dare I call myself an artist), mother of a 3.5 year old (how do I make time for this), and a victim of the art school sneer "Oh you mean you do crafts..." (Yes this actually happened when I bumped into an old friend who I hadn't seen since we were teenagers and she went off to art school - I no longer class her as a friend).
Despite this, I seem to have done a fairly good job of quieting all but my own inner critic. I could have put my siblings on the committee but I've dealt with most of the issues we had with each other (mostly me feeling inadequate because they were so much better than me at things - I'm the youngest by 11 years which was most of that problem). My parents have always been very supportive of whatever I've done with only mild disappointment that I didn't go into medicine from my father. The textile artists that I have been lucky enough to learn from, while occasionally popping up are there in an almost exclusively supportive way (just wish they were really here to give me a kick up the backside occasionally!)
** With a "Greek chorus", who pass commentary from time to time. Perhaps that is a metaphor I need to explore further in order to "unmask" them and send them on their way, though they can be amusing at times. Hmm, you there in the corner, yes you with the "art establishment voice" chuck your mask and robes in the bin and don't let the door hit you on your way out.