it's my job

my friend across the street, Bart, came over. he is a dentist in his profession but an artist at heart. he told me that since he has a wife and child now, he has to make art like another job. something he goes to no matter what. so he will get up at 5 am to do some art before going to his office. and i'll see him on a weekend with his ski hat and art gear going out to the river to do plein air painting. he is my inspiration. tomorrow night he is coming over and we will paint green tomatoes from the bag i picked from the garden. a quantum year for me is turning out to be - not about magic. but about the more hands on transformation of sticking to what i said i wanted. "i want to write and be an artist." okay. that is the energy outlet i have to plug into whether it feels like anything or not. in london i drew one thing. the zipper on my suitcase. i sat in the dimly lit guest room and drew on a small piece of paper. one drawing, ten days. a little blip of energy toward "i want to write and be and artist." a spark.