Your art, your creative work, isn’t meant for everyone

I finished listening to a book yesterday. It was Charles Bukowski’s Ham On Rye. I hated the ending. The book itself felt real to me. Real experientially, it was like I had been there. I had a life like that, I had gone through some of those same things; that kind of real. It takesContinue reading “Your art, your creative work, isn’t meant for everyone”

Without Vision The Artist Perish

There is a reason people give up on their creative work; they don’t see it. Their imagination has quit and they cannot see what to do. They thirst for inspiration and waste away crying about their inadequacies. They hunger for originality and gnaw on their own tongue. They heard the still small voice and toldContinue reading “Without Vision The Artist Perish”