I don't know about you but seems to me that some days there is nothing better to do than to stop. We artists can push ourselves. Sometimes, often times out of passion and at other times out of desperation. The idea that we won't be seen as serious or productive or talented enough.
Having a way of breaking up the runaway train is useful to me. Today and yesterday I practiced the art of the nap out in the hammock under the pear trees with the blush of the azaleas blooming all about.
How do you step out of the way of the drive that drives you so you can take a breather to reassess and refresh?
There comes a time...
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