We walk a thin line.
Some days the line can feel sharp as a razor’s edge, in fact.
Like walking a tightrope in the sky, strung up across two high-rise buildings. (One might imagine. I mean, we’re artists not dare devils. Or are we?)
As artists and creative critters, we walk a line between love and ego with every piece we create.
If we dare to create the work we deeply want to create – the kind that screams to be let out but also scares the hell out of us for risk of exposing too much of our fragile selves – that line can cut like a hot knife down the center of our insides.
It’s a cut that can feel like it’s opening us and killing us at the same time.
