July 7th-King City

To be an artist is to be a priest is to be a lover. It is not an occupation. It is not a 'job'. One cannot come home in the evening. There is always the deep call echoing distantly in every moment experienced. It is to be a contemplative. To set one's spirit to 'see' in every moment the depths and to be faithful to the call to somehow make this present.
Its is a call and a journey which becomes a part of 'normal' life. The artist is not perpetually in her studio, the lovers are not eternally entwined between sheets, the priest not bound to the pulpit. To succumb to this kind of obsession would be dangerous, destructive to all involved. Yet to treat it as a 'job', to decide to clock in and out would be to trivialize the life of the spirit.
There must be time for taking care of business, for the preparing of food, the chopping of wood, the cultivating of love and community. And in the midst of all these things the artist is constantly aware that the divine spirit is at work and that it demands a melody to bring this connection into the world of vibrations, frequencies, paint, mud, ink.