"Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste....

...it's what everything else isn't". Theodore Roethke

I found this quote this morning. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it? And it was a timely discovery. Of late, my life has been somewhat hasty. And it's confusing. Priorities, commitments, responsibilities are becoming muddled. And all this confusion has materialized itself in me not being me. Or not who I want to be. Damage is being done.

So, this morning, I will find/make/demand time to art. I am using that word as a verb now. I need to art. I have an unfinished canvas gestating in my studio, and it's time that baby was born.