This summer, my daughter, Claire, painted each night after working a full eight hours at the bookstore. I watched this in awe each as each night she worked and reworked a canvas, music on, playing with color and light. On and on she went until ten canvases were done. And then she stopped, rested. Saw her friends, exercised, rested more.
I paint. I paint for four hours on vacation. I paint when I am on seclusion. Sometimes, I steal time from numerous duties on a day off. But I don’t paint with wild abandon, with total absorption. And I still hunger to paint.