Another Post and Still Trying

"Where does discontent start?  You are warm enough but you shiver. You are fed enough yet  hunger gnaws you.  You have been loved but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time. The Bastard time."  John Steinbeck

The Sweet One  (Homage to Hannah Hoech)

You have been blessed with  the talent and eye of an artist, yet you keep struggling to produce. You have produced yet you ask why.  You have a constant dialogue with the work you are producing - the image speaks to you as a friend yet the loneliness and isolation is a hard cross to bear - you exist in a vacuum while you create always seeking some validation which is exhausting and depleting as you keep drawing from yourself. Yet I keep going on...