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When life intrudes on art...

Life has a habit of intruding on the perfect zone of concentration and creative productivity that I envision as ideal and necessary for art-making. In truth, much of my best work has been done during snatched hours and under less than ideal conditions. The phone rings when my hands are covered with sticky glop. Family needs to eat. The cats need to eat. Sometimes I need to eat and remember to stay hydrated. All of this requires running back down two flights of stairs, then back up again to work while I still have the natural light. My concentration gets broken, but it gives me a chance to reassess what I have been working on for the past several hours, and that is often a very good thing.

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