Work. It’s what you do so you can pay for the home you live in when you are not working..the car you drive to work …the clothes you wear to work….the gas to get there and back…so you can continue to pay for all of that. Who says slavery is non existent?…and you do it willingly.
It’s like the first page in a new notebook, this site I’ve just created. I feel excited, nervous, anxious for what I will fill it with, and what will be thought of it. I know what I would like it to look, feel and sound like. But as an artist, I’ve never been great at realizing what is in my head. Luckily, it’s usually way better than I imagined. Here’s to something new.