” We’re a little like a washing machine on the spin cycle, so thrown to the edges by all our activity that we’ve lost touch with our center.” -Colin Stone
I get so crazed by the business side of being an artist, at times I lose track of my main product, my main bliss: the art itself.
Living in a show biz town, you are always aware of the mantra ” work it, work it”. I see actor friends pushing the shows, rushing to auditions. Filmmaker friends keeping up the facebooks, the blogs, the distribution, book signings, screenings, etc etc etc.
How much time do the actors actually get to act? The artists get to draw?
Then the busyness of being a parent is something I deal with as well. My kids are obviously so very important to me, and this time of their lives is so temporary. I want to be there for them.
But if I don’t make films, episodes, draw and write, I’m like a ship stuck in dry dock. I need it. It feeds me. I love it.
It’s the other stuff that drives me crazy.
The kids first day of school is coming up on Monday. Where did the summer go? Into the smoke that surrounds my house from the fire in the mountains nearby. A weird orange glow covers everything, with ash drifting down like snow.
Very weird.