I've felt this way for awhile about my art, particularly painting. I wish I could say different, but I don't paint. If you knew me you would argue and say that my house is filled with my paintings. It's true, but I only paint when I'm taking a class. This causes me great distress and I'm always beating myself up about it. The thing that I love to do is take pictures and I do this constantly. I also like to make things and sometimes this does involve drawing (which I love to do, but don't) and some painting. There's my dilemma, my conflict. Because of the new year, there's always resolutions and one of my resolutions is always about making art. This year I've decided not to do anything and see what happens. It's a little scary because I am so defined by what I do. If I'm not an artist then what am I?
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