AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

God, would I love to be a full time artist. Wait, how would I know I would love that if I never tried. Tell me how it goes…You wake up in the morning and rush to your studio to finis one canvas and start the new one. Yeap, that’s it! You have a few started and they all are at the different stage of completion, and you pick up your brushes and your knives and your pallet and off you go creating?
What if inspiration did not wake up with you this morning? What if it’s taking some long break and isn’t interested in coming back for a while. Oh, no… in my desire to be a full time artist I can’t think about that. The inspiration will not leave me, we are tight – my inspiration and I, we are buddies, no, wait… we are married….hmmm, no…married get divorced sometimes…we are siblings attached at the hip, conjoined, that’s what we are. Now, since the inspiration is stuck with me I am ready to create. Aaaahhh… Err, just a second… you have not sold what you have created before, where are you going to get the money from to buy 100 canvases so you can produce the incredible body of work, which would be displayed in 10 galleries simultaneously. Think big, international even. Project yourself to the galactic level by the means of kicking yourself in the ass for the best trajectory. You know, money like to turn around and change hands. Neah, I’ll just use the 5 canvases I have and then will see what happens….

Stay tuned for more random thought on the subject…. See, the possibility may exists by the means of great relationship, but the fear is even more existent. Between the fear of losing my independence and all the other fears I am petrified to take a leap…

Two motivating powers: love and fear. Some fear to love, others just love to fear! Some even love to fear their love. Fear controls you, limits you. Fear would never help you to move a mountain. Love would, though. Fear is possessive, love is liberating. Paradox: fear feels more comfortable. Not the cozy kind of comfortable, yet so many of us prefer to hide under the fear covers. It makes us feel less vulnerable. Love, on contrary, makes us feel exposed. Love forces us to be open. What a scary feeling…