Write My Own Story

What a wonderful artist’s date last night. I finished reading “Paddling My Own Canoe” by Audrey Sutherland. I felt so good afterwards, energized. Questions about self-worth, shortness of life, ‘this is my time, what am I going to do with it?’ emerged again yesterday. The answer: I need to write my own story.

I felt again the possible freedoms I might experience as a self-employed artist. I wondered at my ‘production-based’ attitude, challenging again the notion of making for the sake of making. Given my limited life span, should I not do the important or timeless work? I mean, to the exclusion of all else? Or should I make all pieces of a high quality, so as to become cherished, and therefore timeless?