I was talking with an old friend who recently lost his job. He didn't know his next step in life and seemed a bit unsure of who he really was now. Sometimes life and work can swallow you up and spin you around. You may get to the point where you have to recalibrate in order to find out who you really are at different times in your life.
My friend said it was wonderful how I paint and draw and I could tell he longed for a constant like that. As insecure as art can be it was always a part of me I could never let go of. There were years when I pursued other things only getting in a few stolen moments with art as time permitted.
Recently I made the commitment to deepen my practice whether or not it turns out to be a career.
Art can be a constant in my life and always a piece of who I am no matter how our crazy world decides to define me.
