Inspiration. I’ve been thinking about my day job and how to get out of it lately. (Chances are co-workers and patrons are not looking at this, but I will give plenty of notice before the time comes and you’ll hear it before I shout it out to the world) I need to be making art with the days I have remaining. It’s a big priority, but I need to make it the priority. This short documentary on Lisa Congdon is pretty inspiring:
“The most important thing in life, I think, is love. So, respecting yourself enough, and your intuition enough to get up and do what you love every day.”
Here’s a short on one of my favorite makers.
“I did some very good books. It is mostly an isolationist form of life; doing books, doing pictures. It’s the only true happiness I have ever, ever enjoyed in my life. It’s sublime. Just going into another room and making pictures. It’s magic time. Where all your weakness of character and all your blemishes of personality and whatever torments you fades away, just doesn’t matter. You’re doing the one thing you want to do and you do it well, and you know you do it well. You’re happy. The whole promise is to do the work sitting down at the drawing table, turning on the radio. I think: what a transcendent life this is, that I am doing everything that I want to do. In that moment I feel that I’m a lucky man.”