thanks be to God for delivering me a dream come true. my will and the Lord’s had to align, and there is still work to be done, but this happiness is more deeply abiding than any i’ve known before.
the Lord has shown me glimpses of what it means to be steadfast, to take time to craft something, to take delight in work that requires a lifetime to complete.
the timeline once was almost instantaneous–a few dribbles from the brain here and there, and i would find acclaim and riches from the critics and masses alike.
but in five hundred years, assuming God hasn’t returned and we haven’t destroyed ourselves, i think the people who bother to appreciate art will weep at the site of the old masters and burn most of the dribbled, scribbled musings of infantile art students throwing all their talent and training away to impress a mob of attention deficit disorder critics.