Artist Anger

I’ve been miserable lately, I think because I haven’t done much in the way of art. I have had a craving to read the book The Artist’s Way again, and did so last night. The author explained that artists do become angry and destructive if they are not creating, because the artist’s child within is fighting for its life. The artist needs to create.

Perhaps my bitterness and cynicism and blaming of late is due more to my own lack of time spent on art, than on the things that others have done or not done. Those things that others have done or not done certainly seem to fade into the background when I am creating. I know that when I am involved in my art my happiness overflows and not much can get me down.