art for a living
i could never do art for a living. because art isnt a living. its an
expression of living. of what you do. what you are. becoming. when i write.
i dont write as something to do. i write to remember what i do. to tell.
show other people. i dont enjoy writing. its just a tedious task i need to
do to create words on paper. so i can have this book thing to read. to give
others. id much rather it all just appear. somehow magically. after ive
experienced things. then i can read. and remember. and share it with others.
but this writing to write. i cannot do that. i write things because i want
a story told to me that i can read. and no one else has gotten around to
writing it. id rather tell them what story i want. have someone else write
it. (with art i paint pictures id like to have). but this is only me. i can
see how others enjoying writing for its sake. or art. i have not learned how
yet.
muse@musespace.com