…keep the rebel artist alive in you -Norman Mailer
You were a kid once, full of hope, curiosity, and creative rebellion. Your imagination knew no boundaries. You made up stories, and pretended. You broke the rules here and there, and you colored outside the lines. You marveled at just about everything, and you felt seduced—seduced to have fun, to question the way things have always been done, to yearn and to learn, and to seek new quests and half-crazy adventures. What happened?
“Routine parches the artist,” writes Jennifer Louden. “If there is one cosmic law I know the consequences of ignoring, it is this one: You cannot create from an empty well. Your creative center, the place where the artist resides, must be fed. She must go spelunking in crystal caves, gorge herself on gory fairy tales, sip 1908 vintage port and curse like a sailor, sleep in a 300 year old white pine tree, exult like 103 year old potter Beatrice Wood, and imbibe succulent art and fresh perspective for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”