Tortured Artist?

Kristen and I were talking and she asked me if I had to choose between art, music, or writing (all of which I love), what would be my decision.  It didn't really take me all that long to think about it.  My mind was quite quick to weigh out my options and decide.  "Art," I said, "because I know who I am as a writer, and I know who I am as a musician.  But my artwork will last me a lifetime."

I've been thinking about that conversation ever since.  I know I could be a better musician, more dedicated to practicing and more driven to perform.  And writing...well I have been blogging about that as of late.  I know I want to do more with that as well.  But if I had to choose one of my passions to sustain me, it would have to be art.  I know that I am still developing...will always be developing as an artist.  I look at my early work and then at my current collection and I wonder how I got here.  It has been a magical journey...some pieces were a true struggle to create...some of them poured out like water.  All of them took on a life of their own.  I look around the room and I feel like I am looking at my children.  I created them, yet they have their own personality. 

I can honestly say that I am intrigued by what I might create next.  All of the images I have in my head dance around and try to shuffle their way out, pushing their way forward to the front of the line and anxiously wait for my conscious mind to pick them next.  Sometimes it feels like a filing cabinet without any files to keep things organized.  I admit it can be a mess!  But this fabulous chaos fuels me.  I often can't wait to pick up a brush...sometimes don't know where to begin...most times don't know where it will end, but always know I will enjoy the ride!