So I feel as if I’ve been bogged down by the art world. I was eating at painters restaurant in Bellport last night and they have lots of artwork by I would say beginner artists probably all donated, and a lot of it was rudimentary – but then I realized that there was also a certain joy and confidence in this artwork. Then I realized these artists didn’t care about their technique, their movement, wether they are traditionalists, abstract, or the other myriad of art movements. They were just happy creating. Somewhere along the way, admist Facebook, art competitions, and the web, I lost the joy of painting. It became a job, a chore, and a source of stress over wether I was good enough, marketable enough, selling enough. Somewhere along the way now I must return to finding that child like joy of just putting paint on canvas!

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