It’s time to reinvent life…

I may have (inadvertently) become a liar. I tell people “I’m an artist”. But it’s starting to feel like an odd thing to say. I could find my brushes (they’re buried in a closet). But it has been a long while since I held them. And I have to admit, it’s been too long since I created something new and vibrant - that I care about. Commercial work has been fun, interesting, challenging and rewarding - in some measure. It’s also completely meaningless, I think. Except for the “roof-over-head, dinner-on-the-table” point. The money hasn’t just been nice, it’s been necessary.Not too many years ago, art that was fulfilling to create felt like selfish indulgence. (It may be true, I don’t know and/or haven’t decided…) But commercial “art”? Really, does the world need another ad, brochure, website, perfectly lit photo of Mr. Executive? Society is drowning in this junk. Participating feels like prostituting the soul. Which is a whole lot worse than selfish indulgence. Neglecting fine art to pursue “making a living” seems a mistake. It’s time…