Time is different in my world. It goes so fast when I am in the studio creating, revising, relooking, redoing….but as I drive to work (where I make the money to buy the supplies to make the Art) it stops. I begin to wander off with all these ideas, ideas that fester if they are not attended to. Ideas that beg, borrow and steal to become reality. I become antsy, anxious, left wanting for TIME. Time to work, time to go through the process, time that is therapy to my inner self. I imagine that other artists such as Picasso or Calder felt the same NEED to progress with their Art, only they listened to their Art-and I feel as if I am disobeying.