Art and Life

I was thinking of getting back into painting. I think. Last night, I had this huge desire to pick up a pencil and draw. I sat there for about an hour or so just drawing and whatnot. I forgot how great it was to have a creative outlet. I remember when I was younger, I was so much more creative than I am now. I seen the world in a different way. Now that I'm older, I see things in a more rigid way. I'm more concerned with paying the bills, keeping up with chores and other life responsibilities. I'm not longer creating art. Mark use to take these great art photographs. Layne use to create music (I listened to his music last night while I drew). Ian use to build these worlds for role playing. I think I must have the artist mentality that I have denied for so many years. The real trick is to balance art with real life. It's a fine line. I should try to walk it.

Oooo....that was introspective. Makes me sound smart or something. 'Course we all know better.