Musings

The life of an artist is such a paradox...right now it is incredibly tiring. I am wondering how to pay the bills (but I do somehow). That gets tiring. Then I get to my studio and I finish a painting using incredible delicious variations of orange and red, and I'm energized again. I get exhillarated by color. I am not worried anymore. I want to remember the feeling more often, that smile I get when I am in appreciation of something that I make, when I let that beautiful creative urge surpass all the bullshit and allow the painting to direct me until it is complete.