I am an artist.

I could give up everything else in my life if only I could create and create well for the rest of my life. By "create well" I do not mean any work of genius or lucratively successful. I simply mean disciplined, experimental, and completely abandoned to the art and medium in front of me.

Many different art forms are calling out to me in voices I simply can't refuse. Their voices are so persistent, I find that theatre has dropped from the forefront of my mind and "art" has taken its place.

This is an interesting sensation.

The powers of articulation are failing me in that I cannot express exactly what I am thinking and feeling. It is more of a feeling....as if one could feel thoughts rather than eloquently string them into a sentence with any rational meaning. In fact, I would try to elucidate further, but a flute lesson beckons me to arrive on time.

Suffice it to say, I would dearly love to throw off all constraints of time, space, money, and any other obstacle in my way and simply create. Simply produce art. Simply serve the art that approaches me asking, as Madelaine L'Engle says in Walking on Water, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me."