An artist practice requires a commitment to time in the studio. If that studio is a private studio, like mine is, that time is spent alone and at work. In my case, the greyhounds are my company. Mostly I enjoy it. I’m not afraid to be alone. I enjoy quiet and find human activity distracting and, somewhat, emotionally draining when I’m trying to make artistic decisions. I listen to audiobooks, music or podcasts. The hounds play or sleep. It’s okay.
I blame them all, but I know they aren’t the root of the problem. Something about February gives me a bad case of “What If…” Add one part discontent to two parts boredom and you’ll get the “What If…” blues too.
What if I had someone to talk to? Without the Internet. What about if we could talk about art ideas, marketing work, working around the blocks and challenges and the big plan over cups of coffee. Like humans. Without the Internet.
Because the Internet is good. But it is a supplement, not the meal.