The thing is, I can't not make art. Even when it is iconvenient, lonely or boring. It is a constant part of how I navigate the world from the time I walk in the morning and look at the sky thinking how I would paint it in watercolor or on canvas, throughout the day. I might notice someone in the market and want to draw them, or, if dinner comes out (I haven't burnt it because I was painting in the next room) I might want to paint the food. If you make it a practice enough to reach a level of mastery there little that matches the thrill when you get something right.
Art Student, watercolor, Maud Guilfoyle.