An Oyster’s Cute Doom by Meg Lyman
As I slowly rebuild my desire to create and wean myself off my recent spate of physical exercise, I can’t help but wonder what I’m supposed to learn from it all. I mean, I feel guilty for not doing more art, but I feel great otherwise. It seems like I have time and inspiration to exercise my body or my spirit, but not both at the same time. I need to find a balance.
Maybe some spiritual artwork will be therapeutic. This is the last piece I finished, and it turned out to be way more brooding and sad than I planned. But I still like it, and it reflects the way I’m feeling about making art. I guess that’s how you know you’re an artist in your heart – when you don’t feel like making art, you make art to express how you feel.