The fear of a blank or unfinished canvas is a strong force. I say it is the primary reason why artists will often fall on the slopes of that great mountain that is their own potential.

It’s late … or actually early, and I’m standing here in my room unable to sleep. *The* late night idea has struck me, and I know it has struck some of you before too. It seems that the fear has been driven away again, and hopefully I can give the world art again.

It was right above my head. (Ask me in person what this means)

Also, relating to the previous blog … does anyone think it isn’t naive to hope to get a job in hopes of making expressive art? Hoping to be recognized as an individual artist? To push my focus away from money?

My parents taught me to aim to be happy in life, and that being rich does not guarantee happiness.
My grandfather taught me not to let people walk over me.
My dogs taught me that the tree outside can be just as important as anything else in the world.

-Vic

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