I was recently given the sweet, sweet gift of possibility and the idea that there exists a time and place where dreams come true.
Sure, I'm confused regarding what the future holds, but I'm also convinced that the best is yet to be. Upon entering college, we had to sit through a mandatory seminar where they told us a whole lot of things, but two things that stuck with me in particular. First, never give up what you really want to do, and, second, that every day is a wonderful chance to be what you've dreamed and to do what you've imagined. Wow! The possibilities in those statements give me cause to pause even now. So why wait? It's a seemingly simple idea. Just plug away until you get what you want. But for the artist, the urge to give up is around every corner. Aside from self doubt, which is ever present, there's just the reality of things. I often feel like my life is a ceaseless stream of exhausting requirements I must achieve, namely domestic, in order to obtain a few quiet, late night, topless hours creating in the studio. And to what end? An outpouring of my very essence that is merely glanced at on the gallery wall, occasionally purchased, but often overlooked entirely. As an artistic entity, I have no choice but to pursue the creative life despite these obstacles. The crazy and quirky "me" is constantly aching to get out and so I must continue to work, and work, and work. Each and every day is a wonderful chance to be what I've dreamed and to do what I've imagined, so that's what I'm going to do and I'm going to start today (after a few hours of shut eye)!
"Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone."