I’m always hoping. Perpetual optimism is a force multiplier. (I think that’s a quote from Colin Powell). It works for me.
Sometimes I finish a piece and it takes on a life of it’s own. (Lives matter, right? All of them, right?) Something special happens. It doesn’t happen every time. But I love it when it does. I light the fuse. There is an explosion.
I get pulled away from it. I transcend time and space. The image evolves. My art comes alive.
I shout, “Hell yes! This is it!.”
(Then, back to reality. I need to clean up the debris.)
When I get asked why I make art. That’s the reason. It’s the moment I’m seeking. Pure art? Yes. A second of freedom? Yay!
Otherwise I’m just worried about my Dad, Renee’s parents, paying the bills, growing the brand, the climate, wealth inequality (when will the masses care enough to do something?), the racial beat down.Too many things to worry about. Everyone on Facebook reminds me of all the bad things. I guess that’s the same for everyone.
I’m optimistic. We have the power to change. Things will work out okay. It’s still a cool world, right?
Will my art sell? That’s bullshit. I’m not thinking about the market when I create.
All I’m seeking is that moment.
That moment when I can yell. “Hell yes! This is it!”