My kitchen right now.
I’ve been painting, and at a feverish, voracious rate. But that’s not why I’m breaking the on air silence. My observation is this: If you have to work on more than one project at one time–As in 8 paintings. 10 poems. 3 novels–then know your tribe. Ride the wave(s) of your own electricity and DON’T listen to those highly accomplished killjoys who thrust a garden shears at you and tell you to cut back, try to focus, do one thing at a time.
For some of us the joy is in the process, the racing to keep up with the firing synapses of beauty and the crazy revelations that get censored in the name of focus. I have absolutely wonderful, successful friends who methodically complete one project at a time. I love them. I am not them.
Which is not to say I don’t finish things. I signed four paintings today. As in: They are done. Good enough. And that felt GREAT to, but it’s when I’m inside the painting or the writing that I’m blissed out and the good stuff comes. And that is like meditating and eating a bowl of ice cream at the same time. That’s what it means to be curious about yourself and what’s coming to you in the moment and realize it does not get better than that.
That’s enough for now. Back to throwing paint. I have so much more to tell you, which means I’ll be posting more soon.