In what can only be described as inevitable irony, my newsletter is accumulating an impressive number of drafts of its own. I tried writing two letters between December 5th and now, but they turned out to be embarrassingly personal. Our personal lives present a wellspring of ideas for any artistic work/experiment. Even if we are not actively drawing inspiration from our lives, our work constantly is informed by the happenings around us. As abundant as the muse might seem when she comes from your own life, sharing it with the world is a different story.
a lesson i am slowly learning
a lesson i am slowly learning
a lesson i am slowly learning
In what can only be described as inevitable irony, my newsletter is accumulating an impressive number of drafts of its own. I tried writing two letters between December 5th and now, but they turned out to be embarrassingly personal. Our personal lives present a wellspring of ideas for any artistic work/experiment. Even if we are not actively drawing inspiration from our lives, our work constantly is informed by the happenings around us. As abundant as the muse might seem when she comes from your own life, sharing it with the world is a different story.