I am not the artist I used to be.
I could be distressed by this (and I am a little) or I could be excited.
The second one seems like the better option.
I don't play the game as well as I used to and I always required a lot of help to play it at all.
I have been beaten down and worn out by it and I got confused.
I deviated from my original purpose.
I make art to express myself to myself and to understand the world and my place in it.
I make art because I am good at it and it feels good to be good at something.
I make art because it gives me a purpose and helps me make sense of my brain.
I make art because I don't always understand the world or myself and it helps me to feel better.
I make art to hide within and to stand strong beside.
I make art because it is something I know how to do better than almost anything else.
I don't always stick to a routine or a schedule and I judge myself for this but less and less.
I know my natural rhythm is a trickle or a deluge.
I know I am rebellious against the routines I love the most.
I know I can have a hard time with record keeping, documenting, archiving, and consistently sharing my work as well as presenting it for sale. Probably because I am a painter and could use more support in these areas - but I am done judging myself for this and I am proud of doing it as well as I have.
I don't love all art, some art really pisses me off and I wish it would go away.
I have made 1000 choices in order to live the way I do, to protect my art, my brain, my being. Some of these were hard and some of my choices were not so good, or easily understood, but I am still here.
I still need people to view, enjoy, and support my art - I don't want to work in a vacuum and community engagement is extremely important to me.
Financial support of my art is crucial. I'm not independently wealthy and I can live a pretty precarious existence that is at times stressful and scary.
If you want to see me in my flow state, ask me to talk about art. When I don't have the chance to do this (and I haven't really in years) I feel like a part of myself is missing.
Art has given me so much in terms of community, love, support, joy, and excitement. I have sacrificed a lot for art in exchange. I wouldn't change it.
I have cried over and regretted this calling.
I still wouldn't change it. I can't.
When art returns to me after being away there is no better feeling.
To be certain of my place in the lineage feels like coming home.
I am not the artist I used to be.
So let's see what happens next...
Keep fighting.