Hi. My name is Carolee, and I'm an addict.
When I'm not making art, I'm online chatting about it, dissecting it, obsessing about it, and even as I create one piece, jonesing for the next.
The house frequently looks like a war zone, and while I'm happy to chat on the phone (can do that as I paint), I've completely stopped answering the front door.
There isn't a room in the house (save maybe the bathroom) that isn't filled with projects in varying stages of completion, and I own very few pieces of clothing not covered in paint.
Do you suppose there's a rehab for this?
Do I care?
Am I alone? (doubting this, hehe)....
What do you suppose it is that keeps us addicted? I know there are people out there who don't feel the need to create something, but how is that possible? How does one get through the day, nevermind life, without it?
Pondering this as I return to the studio, where several pieces are in progress, and others are waiting in the wings...
The breakfast dishes can wait. ;-)