I just want everyone to know how much I love to work. Work, work, work–that’s all I ever do. It’s part of an artist’s life, really. You just look around and that’s working. If you doodle on a piece of paper–it’s work. If you watch TV and see some cool show, that’s work, too–because it’s all grist for the mill.
Take, for example, this morning. I went to buy some sandwiches for my friends. Wow, I was tired out by that work. It was just so much sensory overload, and for us sensitive artists, it’s almost too much. But I stuck with it. And then there I was successfully buying sandwiches, and paying for them, and then I had to drive a long way.