(un)inspired.

I’d thought, a few days ago, that I would have to make time to think about things. I thought that I could finally focus on real things pertaining to my career as an artist. I thought that I could direct my attention to subject matter like the art gallery at which I currently work in River North or the Andersonville Arts Weekend that took place over the weekend. I thought that motivation is stronger than inspiration.

But I thought wrong.

Last night I was reminded that there cannot be art without passion, cannot be beauty without acceptance, cannot be love without pain.

I will be making time to finally finish the paining I began last January. The inspiration shifted early last summer, lending me a few more weeks of motivation. It shifted back in July, only to shift one more time now.

For the sake of love.

Before I go, my recommendations from the Andersonville Arts Weekend: Jay Amundson and Chuck Meyers, both artists who live and work in the Chicago area. Both participated in Friday night’s Clark Street Art Walk, both caught my eye.