When someone lives and breathes their very existence and life’s work, it’s glaringly obvious to the average observer. This is the only way one can transcend the mundane and push it into the world of art. But it costs almost every single cell of who you are to commit to this. Your heart is going to break and shatter thousands of times over. You’re going to question your sanity and very will to endure almost weekly. But strangely, it’s in these moments of pain, sadness and despair that you’re going to glimpse your work as art. When in any other moment you wouldn’t grade it as such. But Life has a funny way of revealing exactly what you need in those moments, to keep you going, to keep you fueled, and to keep you inspired to push on again.
Always chasing the horizon.