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At the office, I am surrounded by other opinionated artists. We sit around competitively swapping stories, as we are all critical about something or someone. I’ve noticed our conversations are often less about art and more about living. I am becoming the elder, and find myself beginning to let go of, what seems to be, my younger need for constant approval. Taking a full-time job has limited how much time I devote to building a career as an artist. It’s becoming evident that I’ve chosen this path and take pleasure walking it, as there is comfort in a routine and safety in a familiar environment.
I wonder if I am embracing daily life. Couldn’t it be that the unremarkable is really rewarding?