I have spurts of weeks where I binge on art-making, then out of nowhere… nothing. I neglect my studio and forget my purpose. I don’t know why I can’t stay consistent. Honestly, if I did, I’m positive my body of work would grow in depth and meaning. Maybe I’m scared that I won’t be able to find any meaning in what I’m doing. I always say things to myself like “ok, Tuesday I’m working until 6 PM… I can get a bit of painting done when I get home!” But when 6 PM comes, so do the excuses. And I give in SO EASILY! I mean, guys, how can I love something so much and still not give it any attention? What kind of sick twisted relationship is this? Basically, painting is my needy girlfriend and I am the asshole boyfriend off galavanting with temptresses. I just want to be faithful full time to the process so that, together, we can make something extraordinary. Something that gives life. Something that gives beauty.
Art and I need couple’s therapy.
-C
Writing With Paint 