So, carrying this malaise in my head I worked on. Stopping periodicaly to note ideas and sketch details of proposed work. All the mundane and sundry thoughts of the normal emotional life and the pragmatic realities of commercial continuance just as everyone juggles. The speculations about art can seem trivia if ones life is spent on the block pattern simplicity of children and it is only in adult life that creativity grows in to differing twigs and branches. It is true also that such considerations may be an affectation but if, like me, creativity is your life, not just a hobby, it matters a lot. Not that any work should be self conscious; it all should be play. But keeping that 'play' alive without seeing it corroded by the sea of practicality we all face is what enables one artist to continue and another to have to get a job. While such a fate may offer security and there is an argument to say that the amateur keeps freedoms the professional loses it is clear there is a difference between a life and a hobby. It comes down to this. If you take on the idea of communication and progress from art therapy, (art bereft of communication), getting your point over is the measure of your skill.
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