I have been having really good days in the studio.
and that is just like a long breath of cool sweet air.
I know the muse is sometimes shy -- the life of an artist can involve long painful dry spells, and it is inevitable during these times that you wonder why you ever thought you could even begin to imagine you could do this work.
As an artist, the world is not going to pat you on the back, the kids won't really know what you do, the parents will worry about you and think you are making a huge mistake with your career.
and according to conventional wisdom, certainly of the marketplace, you will be making a big mistake.
if it's what you have to do to breathe, then it is what you will do, and you will sing in beaituful harmony when it works.
and when it doesn't work, well, let's not think about that.
When it works, life is sweet.
and you are adding to the beauty of the planet - what is possibly a bigger accomplishment than that?
so go make some art.
follow your bliss.
History doesn't remember the doctors, lawyers, or rich business men.
History remembers the one who designed the Parthenon, painted the Mona Lisa, and painted The Starry Night. History remembers the one who brilliantly attached a bicycle seat to a pair of handlebars and called it a bull. . . . .
History needs artists -- so share your gifts today.
"Just as light brightens darkness, discovering inner fulfillment can eliminate any disorder or discomfort. This is truly the key to creating balance and harmony in everything you do." --Deepak Chopra