Drug of choice.

To me art is like a drug. It controls my life and everything in it. My every thought and desire is wrapped up in the idea, the very thought, of creation. Like a drug, many might say that art has ruled, some would say controlled, some even destroyed, my life ... but nothing gives me the same high. Nothing lifts me like art does. Creating. More than simply pencil to paper, art is an act of creation. How can I not crave this? If art is my drug of choice, then I'm an admitted addict. I can't stop myself and I can't turn away. I don't want to. Fame, notoriety, success? These things don't matter to me. They don't even enter in to the process. To create is the thing. It's the only thing. Let others have the notice and the success, just let me create and I'll be blissfully happy.

Or at least I'll think I am and isn't that really the same thing after all?