I often have trouble making art just for the sake of the doing. I find myself asking why? To what end? What am I going to do with it? To sell? To share? To exhibit?
If I can’t come up with a satisfactory answer I don’t do anything. I get stuck in a quagmire of nothingness.
And I brood.
I get cranky which leads to depressed…..
Then I wonder what’s wrong with me.
And I wonder if some of the adults I encountered in my formative years who tried to make me right handed......or questioned some of the things I did, or said , or thought or believed…..I wonder if they didn’t fry some of my brain circuits.
It would explain so much……