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I love making art. It is one of my top five activities ever. I will not assign it or my other four favorite activities specific numbers, to order them, but know that it is up there and is a big part of my life.
I also love it when people love my art. Especially people I admire or have never met before.
These things are most-likely true for most artists. Of any form. Art is a lot of things. It is not simply drawing, painting, printing, sculpting. It is language, writing, dancing, singing, music, poetry, and among other things, comedy and acting.
It is an interesting thought to love doing something that serves no purpose to people other than making them see something new. I draw, paint, whathaveyou to show people things I imagine or wish or want. I draw my journal when others write.
To get paid to do this kind of work is always a strange feeling. Perhaps I still look at drawing like a past time, like a hobby, like a form of writing. When commissioned I am not "weirded-out" but impressed, I suppose. Art feels like breathing, like writing, like a waking dream, so it is strange to see it as a job. As work. Odd.
On the other hand, I long to make my living doing this art I love. In my mind it feels like it would be easy, but in the deeper bits of my head I feel that getting a full income from this thing that is such a part of me would deaden it. And maybe even weaken my relationship with my artistic self.
This feels like a ramble, but I feel that my art blog is the best place to put this. Not a keeper of journals with lines, I feel this is my nextbestthing.
Art=work?

-Nate

music: All You Need Is Love - The Beatles
book: Fool Moon by Jim Butcher