I am myself, that means that my mind is full of vision, poetry, music. Too long this has been buried under the pile of mundane worries and responsibilities. It has been suffocating me. Finally today I felt a true spark again, a drawing that promised more, to become a painting that will thrill me.
I can’t escape the mundane completely, I can’t quit my job and run away to Alaska or Europe, I am not at the point that I am able to escape my responsibilities, but I can make my time more artistically productive. To hell with trying to make my home look like it is out of a magazine, if there’s clutter, its creative clutter, so be it.