it is funny how i go through a cycle every week where i really question exactly what the hell and why the hell i am doing what i am doing. It seems odd ot be in such an idyllic place where all the food and shelter and cleaning and basic life needs are being taken care of and all i have to do is wake up and go to the studio and make stuff. It feels weird because i feel spoiled and incredibly comfortable so comfortable that it seems wrong to spend so much time in the studio making work. At breakfast this morning i was talking to one of the office staff about this. She is also an artist and said that this was my time to do with as i pleased (she also reminded me that i am 5 months out of grad school and this is a typical sentiment) which was a good reminder, so maybe i will spend more time with my book and finish it so i can get another one. I am reading the paradox of choice which is really appropriate for me. The book explores the possibility that having too many choices is actually harmful and diminishes the quality of life. I find this to be true for me since whenever i make a choice i go round and round with whether or not it is the right one. Oh well i guess i will choose to go work in the studio for a little bit and then choose to read my book for a little bit.
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