Due to circumstances beyond my control, I had to move out of my studio space last week and found it deeply depressing. It felt like a large step backwards in my dream of a self-sustained artist. I was at a loss, looking at all my materials jumbled up and no longer standing in their own space. Now my art supplies are dispense over three rooms and a hallway in my house. It took me several trips to get everything from my studio to my house, and each one felt like a retreat. I guess that's what happens when you step out on a limb. The next day however, as I began to reorganize my supplies, I felt hopeful again. I will not stop making art. This is a minor set back in the scheme of things. One of my all time favorite quotes is from Picasso.

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.


We artist are not like normal people. I don't mean to say that with pretention, but our carreers require a certain amount of tenacy you won't see in other fields. Very few careers are referred to as the "starving," like artists are, and perhaps it's because people of other professions will not suffer the empty stomach to hold to their career. The artist works for the love of what they do. I make art because I cannot stop making art. Even if I never saw a money from it, I would not stop.