THE ARTIST’S SCRAPBOOK.
I have always been deeply intrigued by the life of an artist. And it is this life, more than its creations and finished products, that I was desperate to experience. The elation that comes with completing an artwork is, as I’ve learned, fleeting, elusive, and pleasing to the ego. The soul, instead, cries out for what it took pleasure in for weeks, months, years at a time and is now over. But I believe artists, particularly in the west, are trained well in how to elate the ego, how to tame the untamable soul. We are miserable for it and don’t know why. So as I participate in what will be the journey of a lifetime, I insist on dedicating my efforts and attention to the process that is to me more precious than anything I will ever complete.