Our Job In This Lifetime Is Not

We Fear Discovering That We Are More Than We Think We Are. More Than Our Parents/children/teachers Think We Are. We Fear That We Actually Possess The Talent That Our Still, Small Voice Tells Us. That We Actually Have The Guts, The Perseverance, The Capacity. We Fear That We Truly Can Steer Our Ship, Plant Our Flag, Reach Our Promised Land. We Fear This Because, If It’s True, Then We Become Estranged From All We Know. We Pass Through A Membrane. We Become Monsters And Monstrous.

The Most Important Thing About Art Is To Work. Nothing Else Matters Except Sitting Down Every Day And Trying. Why Is This Important? Because When We Sit Down Day After Day And Keep Grinding, Something Mysterious Starts To Happen. A Process Is Set In Motion By Which, Inevitably And Infallibly, Heaven Comes To Our Aid. Unseen Forces Enlist In Our Cause; Serendipity Reinforces Our Purpose.

We Are All Warriors. Each Of Us Struggles Every Day To Define And Defend Our Sense Of Purpose And Integrity, To Justify Our Existence On The Planet And To Understand, If Only Within Our Own Hearts, Who We Are And What We Believe In.

To Labor In The Arts For Any Reason Other Than Love Is Prostitution.

It Is A Commonplace Among Artists And Children At Play That They're Not Aware Of Time Or Solitude While They're Chasing Their Vision. The Hours Fly. The Sculptress And The Tree-climbing Tyke Both Look Up Blinking When Mom Calls, 'suppertime!'