I was reading another Xanga blogger and she wrote (very well) about what she was afraid of and it really made me stop and thing about it.
There are things daily that can be considered scary. I get scared when I think I left something dangerous plugged in when I leave the house. I hate that. I sometimes dream about things that scare me too, like forgetting to feed a pet. That totally gets me crazy.
But for the most part I am not afraid of much. I think I am pretty optimistic and happy so I tend to look to the better side of life.
However when pressed to think of something deeper I think I might say this: (This was the response I left on her site)
*For me? I am afraid to not make enough to leave behind-to not become a successful artist before death. Too many years taking art history classes reading about all the artists who died before they were "discovered". Not having kids? I have nothing else when I die. When I die? My family history dies too. My husband and I were the last ones in both our families-and we decided to not have kids. Everything ends with us. So now-I work hard each day...to create and hope and work. No guarantees, just hope.*
With that said-I look ahead to the next piece of art to make. I research the internet for inspiration. Research other artists throughout history. Play on Pinterest. Keep the forward momentum going.
Today I painter another layer on a leg. Tomorrow morning I will work on another one.
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