The past doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that despite what happens in between, it always comes back to this: the art.  Weeks and months can pass where seemingly nothing creative is achieved, but then the craving or inspiration comes…  or the assignment comes.  More and more it has been this way.  Whether it be drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, or even a random craft; the need comes back.  It isn’t even the love of it that creates the magnetism, it is just a flat out need.  An outlet.

The highlight of high school was always art class.  Senior year was filled with almost nothing but.  In the years that followed a few cretive fields were entered into, but none quite satisfying enough.  Secondary school followed.  That failed to satisfy as well.  The best satisfaction comes from creating for selfish purposes or for those who appreciate it.