Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know I don't think its fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.
What is an artist?
An artist makes something. An artist then bravely shares their creation in hopes of moving, inspiring and affecting someone else.
The artist lives for movement, to move and be moved. And meaning trumps all.
The creation process....
is messy, obsessive, gritty, fluid, intoxicating, exhausting and lovely, all rolled into one big fat full experience.
My small confession....
I get depressed and down when I am not actively in the process of making art. This doesn't mean I must be constantly physically engaged in the process, because incubating a creation is a worthy stepping stone along the journey of making art, but I flounder in creating nothing.
In fact I would be as dramatic to say that...