Buffet

Part of me thinks today I was thinking, of myself in historical contexts, which, again, embarrassing, I know. What does all of this writing have to do with my painting? Should it be in close relation? Or dealing directly with paint problems? 

I’d argue, I don’t think so. I think, though I do have problems, like to work through, it would be inaccurate that they all be about paint. I think I got into it too late. Not too late to be successful, but too late to have it be my sole concern. As a kid I had lots of toys. I don’t think this was a good thing- not bad either, but my attention was spread. It’s the same now-  my interests are diverse. 

My life has been a buffet, it’s embarrassing too, but I’m happy.