I think I’m a moody artist. It runs in the family. There are some seriously talented people in that group. For instance, my mom who could rival the Greats in her oil landscapes has only a few commissioned pieces to her name. Why? Painting is her passion and as with any passion, it has to be marshaled, inspired, and coalesce into intent and production. Having deadlines and requirements isn’t necessarily her thing. Yet ask me how many pet portraits, murals, and paintings she’s done? I would say countless. Because she was in the ‘mood’ to do them, hence my definition of a moody artist. Its nature has to compel you; moods and thoughts lining up like stars which gives rise to the motivation and want of putting pen or brush to paper and canvas.
I sit in front of this screen not knowing exactly what to write, what to tell you about or what font of information to lay at your feet. And so I decided to simply begin writing what was in my head. Hoping that from that, out would come some semblance of interesting and witty stories and texts. But! I’ve made this commitment, to blog every day. Eventually, like the passion that inspires my mom, might just coalesce into compelling writing that inspires, entertains, and maybe even befriends us.
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