I used to care so much about completing things. It didn’t matter what they were, they just had to be finished.
Now I’m just content to do something on a daily basis that involves creativity. Eventually it will get done, and eventually it will be good.
Who knows? In 5 year’s time I might be on top of the world, creating in some big warehouse with huge brushes and tons of lovely open space with shows too many to name. Or not. And it won’t bother me. Either way I’ll be making art. Either way I’ll end up teaching art. Its just different roads to the same goal—a life where creativity and critical thought take center stage.
Maybe someday I can get someone to pay me for this daily experience of turning off my brain and opening up my insides.