I cherish the time, in-between-things.
The space without, all the bull-shit life brings.
Just space to breath, and the time to unwind;
A Stepping-Back. A need to remind….. myself…. that things are ok. That I can handle the stuff that’s coming my way.
I just wish I had more time, away from Selling; non-alignment with others, pushing and defending what I believe in, and dealing with people.
If I’m being honest with myself, I believe my happy place is a day to day, where I’m not having to answer to others. Rather, I’m producing art, what I want, how I want, and when I want.
Perhaps it’s doable. That my work would be appreciated and bought, such that I’d be more than a starving artist.
It begs the question… is the starving artist happier, or equally tortured?
I suppose the logical path is to begin the dream on the side.
How many of us will never get there?
NOT FOR RANT 