LOST: Artist

inspiration is everywhere. and yet... I sit here looking at 6 canvases that are primed with base colors and ready for action. ideas -- almost too many -- bottleneck at my minds-eye. I don't know which direction to take.

I feel lost at the starting line. could any of these ideas impact the world? make the world a better place? do they make any difference at all? do they need to? is this just my ego feeling sorry for itself? yes, probably so. what artist has no ego? I don't know. art expresses a perspective; one moment of one story from one angle as it appeared to one person. there is no right or wrong. no good or bad. just what one person believes they see. or maybe what they wish to see. and the question is -- why would anyone else care? does it help anyone get out of bed -- other than the artist? maybe all that matters is that I, the artist, gets to play God. my canvas being a glimpse into a world that I create. of course, there is no ego in that at all. none at all says the sarcastic mind. again, I am lost at the starting line where my heart and mind cannot find common ground. so I sit here with empty canvases, a heart that aches to paint, and a mind that cannot find a satisfying thought.