Sometimes I feel like I should put just as much energy into cleaning my house as I do with my art. And I ask myself why don't I? What is this need for me to create? I guess the simple answer would be, "It is what I do." Like the story of the poisonous spider and the man ( The Spider and the Sage ) who saves the spider but gets stung every time...it is what they do. The spider stings and the man saves. I had this Mardi Gras wreath since after Katrina in 2005. Since then it has lost its life, lost its vibrancy. The wreath used to be a vibrant purple, now it's yellow and the beads are all faded. That does not say Mardi Gras to me. It says, "BLAGH!" Mardi Gras is about COLOR and King cake of course! I thought to myself that this would have to go in the trash and I would have to go out and buy one. I don't know if it's age or what but I said to myself, "self, why not just replace the ribbon and...
Nothing is perfect. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is complete.