Art is hard. At least right now it is. Not that I don’t love what I am doing. I just haven’t haven’t mastered the “artist’s mind” yet. I hope that one day I am able to be an artist, think like an artist, live like an artist…and sleep.
My body is exhausted and while art feeds my soul…it doesn’t satisfy my physical needs of food, water, and sleep. I am in beginner mind once again. This time it’s a very loud place that never quiets. It’s what I imagine NYC to be like. Only I am not a city and I need to sleep.
I have used the word sleep three times now…four. I should be counting sheep.