Now here I am, two beers and a few hours past everyone else's bedtime, still glowing with some kind of 120 watt bulb that manages to illuminate the creative process for me, if only until I fall from fatigue. What is it about a box of paints, a piece of paper, and some good music I've never heard before? I can't help but feel like this is the elixir, the fountain of youth...it's like love, or jumping off the roof of your garage for the very first time...
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Night-night, Sleep Tight
What is the food that creativity thrives on? I guess it's different for everyone. I used to be an "early to bed, early to rise" kind of girl, grooving on the early start and painting on a 9 - 5. And I took a certain pleasure in reading about all the artists who did the same: Jennifer Bartlett, Elizabeth Murray...up at the crack of dawn to put in a good day's work. And they have kids, just like me.