“at the borghese museum, bernini made me cry. i wonder how many dead men can make a girl tingle, then shed tears. daphne and apollo, he made at age 24. the rape of persephone is tragically beautiful and absolutely flawless from every angle.” – me in 2007
I recently read some silly internet article about a little boy who was so completely obsessed with garbage trucks, he would wait for them to come every week and freak out. On his birthday his parents asked the garbage men to stop and talk to him, and show him the truck and he freaks out so much he’s sobbing. He can’t even handle meeting them because he’s so overwhelmed with love and excitement and, well… obsession I guess. This photo is priceless.
I’m not saying making art every day makes me freak out like that. Sometimes I still get a tingly feeling where I feel like my arms might fall off or fly away. Nowadays I get pretty caught up in running my business and scheduling things and multi-tasking and sometimes it’s hard to remember why I’m trying to make things and manage projects at the same time. Somehow, it gets done. I guess what I’m saying is, when I look back on why or how I got here, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
My advice to you: find what makes you tingly, find what makes your eyes well up, and try it. If you screw up, keep trying it until someone believes you can do it and hands you some responsibility surrounding it. Then do it again until somebody hands you a small check. Then do it again until people need you to do it, because they see your light and how hard it is to put out.