There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.
I realized something yesterday morning as I watched the local news. I've become the person I used to envy, the person sitting at home, getting ready to work at home, and clucking my tongue at all the poor fools stuck in traffic and heading to some banal job. I sat watching the news, wearing my bathrobe, sipping coffee and contemplating what I needed to get done with my day. I did all this slowly, without any stress.
Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art.
I've finally gotten to the point where I realize that art is my passion. I am no longer ashamed of this. I no longer feel as though I'm just playing, nor do I feel a need to "get real." I am real and what I love doing is real. And I'm doing it!
To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.
For me, the courage was in admitting not only that this is what I want to do, but that I'm fully capable of doing it. Self-doubt only serves to delay the best life has to offer us.
Only those who attempt the absurd...will achieve the impossible. I think...I think it's in my basement... Let me go upstairs and check.
This is how I feel every time I head up to my studio. It's ironically funny to me that I go upstairs to work, but call it The Rabbit Hole.
I may be a late bloomer, but at least I've bloomed.