Once you are dead you are dead.
So while you are alive. Make art. When you finish one painting, sign it, frame it, hang it. Then make another one.
Don’t think about making art, just get it done.
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“This book looks simple but it will kick your butt.”
—Steven Pressfield // Best-selling Author, The War of Art
My daughter and I saw the movie, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. In the movie, the mom tried to encourage her daughter after she was escorted off the stage in the middle of a school play, by saying, “You were willing to show the world who you are.”
This week I was supposed to format a book I wrote, “The Artist’s Manifesto,” for Create Space. It will be for sale on Amazon soon. When is soon? I don’t know because I haven’t formatted the book yet. I opened Create Space and started to create the file for Amazon. Then I thought. Hmm, this […]
The start button on my dishwasher broke. Yes, it did. “When did I buy it?” you ask.
You are so kind to ask. It was purchased on January 27th, 2014. Yes, you are right. I am very lucky it broke within the one year warranty.
The full load of dirty dishes has been emptied and all of my dirty dishes are in the sink and on the counter. My family and I keep taking clean plates and cups our of the cupboard to use. And, every single plate, glass,bowl, cup, spoon, fork, knife, pot, mixing bowl, and frying pan is dirty.
This morning I stood in line to buy an extra-large latte in the basement of a hospital. Nurses, doctors, friends, family members of patients waiting to buy coffee. The barista was wearing a plaid shirt over a white t-shirt. Hanging down the front of his t-shirt was an ornate cross, brown on a long chain. His brown hair was short. He was wearing a smile.
After he handed me my coffee and I handed him four dollars, he looked past me and started to take the next order. I asked him, ” Excuse me, may I please have cold milk added to it.”
Will you please tell me how many candles are on your cake? Or is it a secret?
At what age do you stop telling how old you are? When do you decide you are old enough?
“I am old enough, thank you very much.”
And if you really don’t want to get older what age would you choose to stop at? When your children were in diapers? When you were thirty and lived in the small apartment? Or do you stop before you add a zero?
You haven’t done it yet. Nope. You have not.
Yesterday you didn’t do it. You didn’t walk. You didn’t floss your teeth. You didn’t learn how to play the flute. You didn’t write your mother a letter. You didn’t run a marathon. You didn’t learn how to use Adobe InDesign. You didn’t learn how to spell beautaful.