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linework
linework

I’m trying to get something back.  I’m nearly there.  I want to get to the point where I create just to create.  Whether its writing or drawing or painting or photography, I just want to make something to make something.  There was a dark period not too long ago when the thought “well why should I bother doing this if I can’t make any money off of it.”  It seemed like a genuine concern at the time.  Maybe even a valid argument.

We’re so money obsessed.  And art isn’t about money.  It’s about love and creating.  Which should be two sides of the same coin.