I woke up this morning... at 4:30 am in a bit of a panic. Money issues revolving in my head. I think I was dreaming of Leona Helmsley for some reason. I don't want to be greedy and selfish, but this starving artist routine is getting tired and stressing me out. It's like part of my mind is not able to function.. the creative part is in flight mode because that survival part has taken over.
So I think about a more peaceful existence. Like fleeing to the woods. This fall I was invited to attend an artist's residency in the Catskills for a week. I will be living in a rustic cabin on 200 acres of land and be able to devout all my time to art. I wonder if it will be a bit like Walden? I think there is at least electricity.
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