In the studio, cleaning up after finishing a project. What is next? I look at the paintings on the wall. "I can never do that again" immediately flashes through my head. A persistent self sabotaging thought process. The observer in me responds, "you do not have to," and for a while I argue with her...
I create. I create because that makes me feel alive. Experimenting with different media, talking to other artists in the building where I have my studio, taking a deep breath. Getting the "that's it" impulse, turning up the music, moving toward my work table. A little dance, shaking all loose. Getting lost in a no time zone and feeling the adrenaline surging through all pores. It is time to stop thinking...
